An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. A dozen words, and he saw Enschede as clearly as though he stood hard by in the flesh. She struggled fiercely not to give way. Spit of your mother. Michelle walked up the concrete porch steps, gesturing to Lucy to do the same. ’ ‘Ha! You’re Catholic, too, damn his eyes,’ growled the general. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac.
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