“MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready. Lucy dug out an old light gray cotton miniskirt that had shrunk on Shari in the wash.
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