Lucy could see the anger in her silhouette, the punishments and the grounding being formulated for the now dead daughter. Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. Then there came briskly along the path towards her, an Englishman. “I am sorry for the way I acted, Lucy. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park.
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