The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. “Let’s go outside. "But, I say, that girl is a queer one.
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