"He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. "The marriage was never consummated," continued the imperturbable stranger. Supper was spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. Anna felt that her words had become charged with a fuller and more subtle meaning than any which she had intended to impart. “I suppose most people’s letters are queer. Nothing has been touched since. A boy can forget his amatory troubles playing baseball; but a girl can't find any particular distraction in doing fancy work. ” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom.
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