Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. In all her life no living thing had had to depend upon her, not even a dog or a cat. Then instinct took over. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. She picked up the hand cannon. Lucy simply added her own good night, even though a significant part of her wanted to call Cathy mother, she refrained.
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