“So you’re the one my son has been talking about. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. We Spurlocks take our medicine, standing. So this is why I was chosen, because of the babies. No idea that you were here, though. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly.
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