She would write to Gerald. ” She pulled a small blue box out of the pocket of her hoodie. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. “To begin with, I was—I was in the divorce court. They are rather a long way off, but you could write to them. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle.
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