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Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. It was a work of no slight danger, for every instant a wall, or fragment of a building, came crashing to the ground. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. She had told Emile. It was you! It was exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. You seemed complete—without that. This world over here! Everything's upsidedown or back-end-to. He meant to take her out of this room, perhaps even out of the house. Lucy didn’t seem like a teenage girl at all to Sheila and she knew it. Diane Vorsack tried to disguise the fact that she was livid, her daughter’s buffoonery having driven off the prestigious dinner guests before the after-dinner drinks could be served. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. Michelle walked up the concrete porch steps, gesturing to Lucy to do the same. Don’t be frightened, dear. I’ll have it out with him.
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