Isabel thought, Something is wrong, and it took a moment for the thought to catch up with her sight: Eva was shaking. Her shoulders, her arms. Visibly so—terribly so. Then she bent over and held herself, and went down to a crouch, and Isabel got out of her chair, went to the window, and held the curtain further aside and— She was laughing. Eva was laughing. A hand to the ground to steady herself. It did not stop. Isabel stepped back. It felt like a déjà vu, like she had seen this before, and had been here before. But she hadn’t. There was nothing for Eva to laugh at. Nothing but Isabel, should
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