She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. His hands were exploring her once again in the car. Anyhow, he did not sentimentalize her. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. Then the storm broke. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire.
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