Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. ‘I lived with the Valades for some years. Lucy did not move, but instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed to be. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial. Mrs. Without Sheila, the denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the ability to communicate with each other.
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