’ ‘Gad, there is someone there,’ exclaimed Hilary beside him, shading his eyes with one hand. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. The thought made her exquisitely happy. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. “Michelle, I think that you are the victim of an extremely overactive imagination. We pretend we never think of everything that makes us what we are.
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