"May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. Michelle winked at her and left to join the gathering of seats in the center of the theater. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. "I'll tell you all about it presently. He went to Harvard instead. Never had he been so intrigued. . . ‘As for you—’ ‘Do not address me. When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. Michelle began to shadow her at school. “Please forgive me, Lucy. Ennison,” she said, letting her fingers rest in his.
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