He pulled down a chair to her left. "No friend like the mother, for the babby knows no other. ‘Yes, I thought you’d say that. ’ Melusine’s eyes misted. It wasn’t so much women as Woman that engaged his mind. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light.
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