That dress is thirty years old, if a day. She saw her aunt in tears, her father white-faced and hard hit. She moved towards it slowly and picked it up, holding it out in front of her whilst the familiar perfume seemed to assert itself with damning insistence. The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John.
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