“Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. I'll not speak of Jack or Jonathan. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. Promise me that you’ll contact the police if she ever calls you on the phone, or worse, shows up at your school. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror.
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