The father was a madman. And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. It’s best. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. She wanted to take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still.
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