It begins with that queer piccolo solo. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. You must come back. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. ’ ‘Yes, but how are you going to find her?’ ‘I will ask—’ She broke off.
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