She had found it in 1988, the year of the stock market crash. I just thought perhaps a different boy was in store for you. “Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. She felt a cheat and a sneak to his unsuspecting retreating back. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. And he had good reason before long to congratulate himself on his forbearance. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "Come down stairs directly, and let your mother look at your wrist.
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