’ ‘Precisely,’ Gerald repeated. Wood in the deepest mourning. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. Remember, some day you and I are going to have that book. I will remember them, Sebastian, along with my mother and father, and all the others I came to love and lose. No one had the resources or the inclination to rebuild them. ” 74 She hung up the phone.
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