Annabel, I was lying. She was shifting, moving back. But the aunt seized her in her arms and rocked with her. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. But he was wide awake. Suddenly he stopped short. The moviegoers exited the cinema in the customary daze that resulted from two hours of sensory bombardment. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him.
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