Shari regaled Lucy with soap operatic tales of boy-girl intrigues at the high school, then spoke of her aspirations for the future. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. “Don’t!” she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. Thanksgiving Day morning, Shari woke Lucy a half an hour before the sounding of the alarm.
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