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Chapter 7

           "Wouldyouliketobeanactresswhenyougrowup?Ithinkyou’dmakeafineactress."

           Nicolestaredatherdeliberatelyandinhergrandfather’svoicesaid,slowanddistinct:

           "It’sabsolutelyOUTtoputsuchideasintheheadsofotherpeople’schildren.Remember,wemayhavequitedifferentplansforthem."SheturnedsharplytoDick."I’mgoingtotakethecarhome.I’llsendMichelleforyouandthechildren."

           "Youhaven’tdrivenformonths,"heprotested.

           "Ihaven’tforgottenhow."

           WithoutaglanceatRosemarywhosefacewas"responding"violently,Nicolelefttheumbrella.

           Inthebathhouse,shechangedtopajamas,herexpressionstillhardasaplaque.Butassheturnedintotheroadofarchedpinesandtheatmospherechangedwithasquirrel’sflightonabranch,awindnudgingattheleaves,acocksplittingdistantair,withacreepofsunlighttranspiringthroughtheimmobility,thenthevoicesofthebeachrecededNicolerelaxedandfeltnewandhappy;herthoughtswereclearasgoodbellsshehadasenseofbeingcuredandinanewway.Heregobeganbloominglikeagreatrichroseasshescrambledbackalongthelabyrinthsinwhichshehadwanderedforyears.Shehatedthebeach,resentedtheplaceswhereshehadplayedplanettoDick’ssun.

           "Why,I’malmostcomplete,"shethought."I’mpracticallystandingalone,withouthim."

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