Lucy inhaled deeply. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. The mother, Cathy Beck, was as patient and as charitable of an individual that Lucy had ever known, a big kindly Polish-American woman with the heart of an angel. If individuality means anything it means breaking bounds— adventure. "Perhaps that would have been best.
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