” John tried to direct the topic away from him. Then he looked towards his granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. It’s odd, but nothing but cliche seems to meet this case. The threadbare remainders of the dinner discussion hovered over the topics of obsessive fans of the science fiction and horror genres. He returned, sitting on the floor beside the couch adoring her and stroking her bare arms. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening.
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