“Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. " "Won't my life do as well as his?" supplicated the other. I have only one question to ask you. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. Old London Bridge. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. That window there….
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