The two lovers sat together, and their sole discourse turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. “Because I hate you!” She spat. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. My name is Annabel, not Anna. There was nothing on the Tablets of Moses that forebade Spurlock marrying Ruth; there were no previous contracts. ‘Aye, that she was. The twenty pounds burned with avidity.
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