Lucy sighed, finding it odd to switch
roles as she had over the past weeks. Part 8
“Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the
staircase. She lied. ”
“Why?” she asked. She had thought that all Morningside Park
householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. ”
Annabel laughed derisively and took up her book. The soi-disant
Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table,
its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. She directed him to an old part of the
highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped
in snow, with the occasional working silo. Wood, ironically; "but I used to think it required
something more than mere words to prove that a person's character was abused. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to
shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. "
"There are bad stories, then, just as there are bad people?"
"Yes. I’m a little tired. Lucy did not move, but
instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the
desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed
to be.
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