The Becks as a 187 family didn’t talk or ruminate over Mike’s or Lucy’s past much. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. I never could. She told her husband that she wished her nothing more than her own death.
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