[A cold bed, empty sheets. A house, so familiar, she could get used to this. Her daughter, isn't she precious? Her husband, she doesn't see him much, but his presence is stronger. Reading, dreaming, escaping, Hal knocks on her door. Warmth in her lap and she holds him, cries into his shoulder. Can't do this. So many tissues, so many words. Nothing'
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