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Chapter 63

           TheonethingIdon’tthinkAlliewouldwantisthatwetakeithard,nowthatitwon’tdoanygood.I’mgoinghomenextweek.Istillcan’tbelieveit.Ihadtopackallherthingsandyoucanimagine.Itseemedsounnecessarythen,itmademecryagain.Well,Isupposewemustallgetoverit.Iamgoinghomenextweek,shallseeMrs.K.attheearliestpossibletime.Yours,AnnEightbadsnaps.Fiveofthemwereofmeorofviews;onlythreeshowedAlison.Oneofherkneelingoverthelittlegirlwiththeboil,oneofherstandingattheOedipuscrossroads,oneofherwiththemuleteeronParnassus.Shewasclosesttothecameraintheoneatthecrossroads,andshehadthatdirect,half-boyishgrinthatsomehowalwaysbestrevealedherhonesty…whathadshecalledherself?Coarsesalt;thecandorofsalt.Irememberedhowwehadgotinthecar,howIhadtalkedaboutmyfather,hadeventhenonlybeenabletotalktoherlikethatbecauseofherhonesty;becauseIknewshewasamirrorthatdidnotlie;whoseinterestinmewasreal;whoselovewasreal.Thathadbeenhersupremevirtue:aconstantreality.Isatatmydeskandstaredatthatface,atthestrandofhairthatblewacrossthesideoftheforehead,thatonemoment,thehairso,thewindso,stillpresentandforevergone.Sadnesssweptbackthroughme.Icouldnotsleep.Iputthelettersandphotographsinadrawerandwentoutagain,alongthecoast.Fartothenorth,acrossthewater,therewasascrubfire

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