Funny it should seem such a personal thing, Mitch thought as he slippedthe bedraggled velvet bow from her dark hair and undid the rubber band. She flung the parka in the general direction of the coat rack as shedove into her broken chair and grabbed the telephone receiver. Brian horned in on one of the overgrown bushes that lined the edge ofthe parking lot and separated the ice rink grounds from the fairgrounds. The man she had married would have fought back.
Mom? I want to come home. And also with you. They know. I-a- The words didn't form, which was probably just as well.
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