John did not see her until the last period. “You must not think of me as one. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. In a second the glass lay shattered upon the carpet. Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard.
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