” John’s father, Thomas, strode into the front hall at that moment in his golf clothes. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. ” She hesitated. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. It wasn’t clear to me that I had to explain.
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