The daughters, he had hoped, would be their mother’s care. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. ” She patted his arm and wiped her tears away. ” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us.
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