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Lucy's curled up in a pile of leaves.
She's still, mostly, in a grand mood, which is what really must be the case when one's husband has stopped, as she puts it, "being stupid," and when there's a mug of hot chocolate to warm you on a cool day, and when even though you're not sleeping all that much more you find you're not as tired as you were a week ago.
So she can curl up in the leaves and look at the clouds, as Corella's been cared for, and hum to herself a little.
She's still, mostly, in a grand mood, which is what really must be the case when one's husband has stopped, as she puts it, "being stupid," and when there's a mug of hot chocolate to warm you on a cool day, and when even though you're not sleeping all that much more you find you're not as tired as you were a week ago.
So she can curl up in the leaves and look at the clouds, as Corella's been cared for, and hum to herself a little.