“Annabel, I begin to see why you are here. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. ” She distantly remembered moments in childhood spent in phobic trance, when her father had told her God was punishing sinners in Hell. When they were home, the pair headed for the Big Apple or the warmth of the Beck’s family table. She rested her head upon his shoulder. “Why could you not confide in us?” “Do what?” said Ann Veronica.
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