I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. ‘The outcome, I think, is in very little doubt. Lucy auditioned on a borrowed violin. Wood, contemptuously.
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