And the brothers? One younger, one older. Whydid my mother leave us? I asked. So James had long ago decamped as well. He's done it the way any parent of a prodigy mustdo it: with no thought of himself.
He left his car behindan ambulance whose waterproof-shrouded attendants were lounging againstits front bumper, drinki Barbara took the photos that Sister Cecilia offered her. Then Georgia hesitated, a heavilyringed finger tapping against her cheek. Noreen McKay.
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