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Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard. Perhaps it was just as well there was no inherited memory. A series of photographs were taken of them: her on the stairs, the couple of them on the stairs, the couple of them in the kitchen, him pinning a red rose corsage with great care and acute sexual frustration. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. Anna glanced into her sister’s face, and rose to her feet. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. Give him his medicine every half hour.
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