My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. Wood heard the cry. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. She felt sleepy and unusually irritable. “Who on earth did you study violin with?” Michelle jumped in. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed.
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