In fact, the whole face had undergone a transformation. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said. Kneebone's visit, Mrs. John stared palely. She felt conscious of her nipples becoming visibly erect under the tight t-shirt and wished that she owned a thicker brassiere. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had.
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