Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic band and securing it under a tight hood. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. “I am exceedingly sorry,” he said. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself.
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