She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. A faint buzz above the ceiling witnessed that petrography, too, was active. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. “Lucy, this isn’t funny anymore. ’ You used to declare that you hated the name. “Bad hemorrhage,” he said. A shiver slid down inside her. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. You are going to be generous and forgive. It was then, I am sure, empty. ’ She sighed. ‘I do not need for you to tell me this. I put your clothes out an hour ago.
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