Elsie Porter, can do it. You are so strong and so smart, Elsie. I just wanted you to have something in your hand you could hold and know that you can do this.” “Elsie Ross,” I say, correcting her. “My name is Elsie Ross.” “I know,” she says, defensively. “You called me Elsie Porter.” “It was an accident.” I stare at her and then get back to the issue at hand. “There is no getting through this, Ana. But you won’t ever understand that because you’ve never loved someone like I love him.” “I know that,” she says. “No one could. Certainly not a goddamn book.”
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