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”phoebehasdoe,”shefor.”
”oh,sosorry.thisisydear,iovery,verysorry.”
”dontbe,”carolinesaid,reagtotakephoebeback.”shesbeautiful.”
”oh,yes.yes,sheis.butcaroline.eofher”
phoebeandheavyinherar,hersoftdarkhairfallingagainstpaleskin.caroline,fierce,protective,touchedhercheeksogently.
”ean,tellholy,doro.didyoueverigihatthiswouldbeyourlife”
dorolookedapingfreintotheriveronadare.dorohaduedhindneverrried,neverhadthechildrenshelongedfor.
”no,”shesaidatlast.”butthisisdifferent.”
”different”
”.”letsnot.youretired.soa.”
thershyfield,theireofherintruth,etislayaequestion.
ihecurtains,crochetedandhungiher,castdelicateshadooonlightrongenoughtoreadby.onthedesktherehthreephotographsofphoebe,oapaperfoldedtandreadshehadten.
deardr.henry,
iaendingphotos.sofar,touchshherheart.
sheshouldsendthisshehadesheailitshethoughtofphoebe,thesofttouadeedoftheichitsdroopingplants,heatstirringtheleaves,andstartedaas.
here,shetoldherself,ththere.
petsibothdressedandtookherdobledallaroundthedaybed,frohedoorexusicthatblaredfroisspeakers,shakingthehouse.
”doyoubreakfast”sheshouted.
heself.well,fine.
petssounded,faintly.sheputphoebeinherhighesitetaltray.
”nevernd,”bed.dorosvoiceechoed:allobjects.
shethelislledofheplaypen,oing,battingattheringsandtoyscarolinehadhungaboveher.nohencarolinepausedioadjustthebrightobjects,hopingthatphoebe,luredbytheirglitter,wouldrollover.
afterabouthalfanhourthesiuse.
”oh,good,”hesaid,noddingatthelaundry.”aid.”
”breakfast”sheasked.
”illgetitself.”
”ghtahead,then.”
”illhaveyoufiredbylunchti,”hecalledfrohekit.
”yhtahead,”shesaidagain.
thereansagioopedovertopushthetangleofokbuthiebyhielf.inherfirstpe;youdonthavetobeathisbedcall.youredoingfine,andyouliveheretoo,shehadsaid,andcarolinehaduoodthatherperiodofprobationwasover.
leo,carryingaplatefulofeggsandaglassejuice.
”doove.andnotakingbreakfastupstairstoeatitinpeace.”
”chyuage,”carolinesaid.
hegruntedhisahestairs.shepausediher
afterafeihetruetsstartedagainupstairsandthedoorbellrangttheplaypen.
”heretheyare,”shesaid,dryinghereyesetopractice.”
sandrabyonehandandhaulingabigiddleoftherug,duiagtoysinapile.
”sorryiolate,”shesaid.”thetrafficsathere.doesntitdrive
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