Lucy did her best to avoid talking about it, but the subject was beguiling, as it almost always brought news about him from the grapevine within which Michelle was intravenously entwined. The bedding was removed; Mrs. Lucy paced outside of the stone bricked room until her mother began to scream. You are different, Lucia, undamaged even after what you have been through, still pure of heart. You will torture yourself and torture her all through life; but in the end she will pour the wine of her faith into a sound chalice. The buboes broke and God took Lucia's mother. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock.
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