Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. . Diane, more than a little envious of the girls’ youthful
excitement, set Michelle's curfew at 10:30. She
took his hand in hers. Yes, very well. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her
youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and
wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as
if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very
dead. Not for
me. "No friend like the mother,
for the babby knows no other. She cried and sobbed in fits. She directed him to an old part of the
highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped
in snow, with the occasional working silo. I don’t care.
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