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... it. Or maybe my wistfulness and longing had conjured up this outrageous sight.
Because there was no universe where Margaret Lockwood stood on my porch with a pie in her hands—eerily identical to the one Mrs. Barnes had pressed into mine—like some doting mother out of a storybook.
Not when the pain from the last time I’d seen her was still fresh, like a new wound.
The image rose in my mind—her face carved with disdain, her words slicing me open in that suffocating hospital ...
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