Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. ” She rose up. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. Glorious! The Pastoral. “Hey you,” he said affectionately. Another glass, Jack. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative.
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