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“By the time he returned to her small room, Quincy’s shock, like a typewriter, had come to the end of tis row, and her internal bell had rung. She was up, removing the blackened wallpaper to see what damage the wall had sustained.”

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“After some time, Fisher said, “Per aspera ad astra.” Quincy turned towards him. “What’s that?” “Latin. It means to the stars through difficulties.” By natural extension of the conversation, she looked up, viewing the faint points of light fighting down through a soft haze. “Does anyone make it, Fisher? To the stars?” “I believe we have, Quince. We’ve seen the worst but known the best.”

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“Arch leaned back into his chair, but he was entertaining a smile. “There are few things more tedious than a friend who will not graciously receive.” Quincy could have explained that nine years of poverty might have something to do with it, but instead she just replied, “You must find me maddening, then.” Arch’s mouth twitched. “You, ma chérie, are something else entirely.”

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“So is that a yes,' the sheriff asked. Daniel held his breath. The lawsuit, the cost of bail, these were enough to push Clyde into the zone. The world stopped on Rita's next breath. A single assertion could end this mess--protective custody; the sheriff would shield Daniel from Clyde's wrath. 'No,' Rita said in a steady strong voice. 'My husband does not abuse us.' The lie kicked Daniel as hard as Clyde's boot.”

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“Do you think it’s helped at all? I mean . . . with the not knowing?” Leo considers the question, staring down at my half-eaten plate. “In some ways, kind of? I mean, who even knows if my parents came from anywhere near where her family is, but . . . it’s nice to learn about anyway.” There’s a beat, then, that I know isn’t the end of the thought, but the thought taking a new shape. I watch it in his face the same way I always have, wishing I could take it for granted. Wishing I knew if there would be a chance to watch it again. “It’s weird to think . . . in some other life . . . Carla and I would be living there. Like there’s some alternate version of us who do. You know?”

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