"One of us has got to die," he panted. ‘Couldn’t even trouble to make a pretence of motherhood. Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision. One day I can be a Gothic chick, and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. . . It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks. There's my thumb upon it. ” “That’s the comfort of you. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else.
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