Cordelia had not seen Grace together with James since the fight at Battersea Bridge. She had not thought it would hurt like this. She had prepared carefully for this long-awaited visit. She had picked out one of her favorite new dresses in bright blue; she had worn her nicest gold earbobs, and she had brought with her a translated copy of Layla and Majnun. It was not as beautiful in English as it was in the original Persian, but it would be perfect for reading with James. Now, as she stared at James and Grace, she was glad the book was hidden inside her jacket.
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