” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. Never mind. Ray did not pace, he just stood. The Bach Cantata was played fairly well, Sebastian thought, for a lot of children. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods.
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