The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. “This isn’t furtive,” said Ann Veronica. “Come in here a moment, will you, Blanche,” he said. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. 130 “You look fantastic!” He said, sitting down next to her on the sectional sofa, his black tee shirt and blue jeans in stark contrast to her cream colored princess gown. Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. " Then he looked at Ruth.
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