Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. She had seen for herself right up in the bedroom window with her binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night, right with her own eyes. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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