"Well?" he whispered. “I’m sorry Lucy! I’m sorry to Mike too! You were right, we’re a mismatch! I just don’t want to be lonely!” Lucy hugged Michelle. So, adroitly and patiently, he pulled Ruth apart; that is, he plucked forth a little secret here, another there, until he had quite a substantial array. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to look for his hostess. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home.
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