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my father did it. “Don’t you love Mother?” I said, trying hard to halt my tears. “I do,” my father said. “In a very complicated way. Do you love her?”
“If I’m Lenora Hope’s grandson.”
All she needed to do was bat those big, blue eyes at him and he was a goner.”
In such a state, too.”
“The caller told them two people were dead at Hope’s End.”
im sorry im not the person you thought i was
It’s possible to love someone while hating something they’ve done.”
I finally won. And the amount of time I chose to keep Lenora in her room was more than fifty years.
