Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. " "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. She heard Gianfrancesco arguing with Sebastianus. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone. . A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic band and securing it under a tight hood. “You look great, Lucy. "Clean and spotless, but beginning to show the wear and tear of constant use. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. ” “Because your nerves were exposed, that was no excuse for my touching them. Nevertheless, she was no fool, and she knew that they could easily break loose and cause her to fall. ” She was cowed by the three dead faces that seemed to scream at her to restore order by any means possible, even if it meant forgetting the children of the whore and all the events that had led to her unfortunate situation.
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