He was in the house with his mother. Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. Then making a pretence of stooping to rearrange her flowing train, she glanced at Anna, and half stopped in her progress down the room. “Maybe we could swing a scholarship to Boston College for you, you know, with your violin and all. Gerald’s breath caught. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. Thing's upset you a bit. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. 1.
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