" Ruth stood with drawn brows; she was trying to recall. Lucy ate without passion. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. " The spinster did not ask if the mother lived; the question was inconsequent. “I wonder,” she murmured to herself, “if this is the beginning. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared.
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