Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the unborn baby. I did not have to dig deep in my imagination to create the status-obsessed suburban environment of Lucy’s modern milieu. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. A dozen shynesses and intellectual barriers were being outflanked or broken down in her mind. Epithalamy might do.
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