A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. Michelle looked at Lucy's feet, still in the ugly brown loafers she had worn since last year. Even as a child she observed how men were haunted 18 by the presence of her mother. The glance, which he threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes. Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it.
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