She would come back and write letters,
carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from
Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and
think. “I don’t see there’s any getting away from the fact that you and I love each
other,” he said, slowly. He grasped Lucilla’s elbow. Shari was snoring, the pill having
worked its magic. ”
She laughed. Gay. It was
warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. I enjoyed depicting the
dichotomy of the peace and safety of the suburbs
while also showing its dark side in the form of high
school villain Katy Pfister, who, by the way, never
gets her comeuppance like some of the other
characters do. Instead, he
could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she
had come, and whither she was bound.
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