Room 94

July 12, 2011

Down the hall, under the dim light of the gas lamp, I could see them talking. They were walking towards me and father’s face was pale, blotting paper pale, and he stopped and said something in mother’s ear, and she looked at me and shook her head. My mother is a –

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