That was an admission all right. She did not realize that she was offering criticisms. If only one might open the shutters and let in the light. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. Martha was quite right.
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