The Lovely Bones
All the dancers would slowly go inside. The song reverberated until Holly, for a final time, passed the tune over, and Mrs. Utemeyer, quiet, upright, historical, finished with a jig. The house asleep by then; this was my Evensong. Often I found myself desiring simple things and I would get them. Riches in furry packages. Dogs. ................
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