272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. He doesn't resemble you at all. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. Maggot had disappeared. An extra pair of gym clothes materialized within fractions of a second. Somewhat alarmed at his appearance, Thames laid his hand upon his sword. Whoever answers them must assist me to capture your son. No, don’t interrupt me. Lucy felt a finger tap her on the bra strap as she observed Michelle chatting with yet another passing group of people. But, whether she likes it or not, I aim to be on hand to get her out of it.
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