What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. But Jack eluded their grasp. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand.
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