Left it in trust toKyra. At the end of the day Robert Frost--that utilitarianand often unpleasant poet--was right: in the northeastern three wereally do believe that good fences make good neighbors. If I called herback, though, I'd be obligated to tell her what had just happened. I grasped it, anduntil it nearly slipped through my hand I hadn't really realized howheavily I was sweating, or how scared I was.
Lance used to say hisfather was the kind of man who'd show a piece of meat to a starving dogand then eat it himself, she said. I cried until I thought something inside mewould break if I didn't stop. He's dead! she burst out. Then I rethought that.
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