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rawer and quieter.
She looked at Arthur and asked, simply, “Is it true?”
He found his voice at last. “I… it’s complicated, my love.”
She absorbed that for exactly one second.
“No,” she said. “It isn’t.”
Then she turned and found me in the crowd, and her face was the face of a child again, wide-eyed and undone. “Mom… oh God.”
She crossed the floor and collapsed continue reading …
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