The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. Earles watched her anxiously. In one of the little red circles the doctor had traced that abbreviation. “It’s a matter of feeling with me. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft.
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