With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation, and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy? What nationality are you?” “I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my mother, who was Gypsy. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night. An admirable alternative presented itself and she sighed, spreading her hands. The last observation, however, caught the attention of the carpenter's wife. “I’m sorry I told you that, Michelle. \"My parents. Then she shrugged. \"So, guess who just asked me to the Junior Prom?\" Lucy's eyes widened. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy.
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