She also knew that he was the type who would not make a single physical overture until she pushed the correct buttons. “I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. “Carolyn loves ‘Fiddler on the Roof. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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