The lawn was deserted, the benches empty, no figures moving between the autumnal trees. Never, ever. Other faces I remember clearly, but hers is elusive, impossible to recapture. I apologise.
Madeleine thought, Who am I really talking to, Aunt Lizzie or the marionette? I don't know what's real. Heard his own spinal column crack, the tendons recoil; felt his own head bounce back a lit I don't know what to do. It was hopeless trying to sleep.
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