Gerald, intent on his trail, ignored it. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son.
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