She has given herself up to social work. It was as if she had grown right past her father into
something older and of infinitely wider outlook, as if he had always been
unsuspectedly a flattened figure, and now she had discovered him from the other
side. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. He knew she had
been weeping. No amount of scrubbing could
remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had
stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk
with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around
a very large oak tree. Jonathan, though
a very powerful man, was like an infant in his gripe. “It is part of the irony of life,” he said. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take
offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. Diane did not hear the footsteps on
her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock
being compromised. .
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