Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. They unloaded Michelle’s sleeping parents who had been propped up in the back seat, necks craned against each other. During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. I die happy—quite happy in beholding you. “So she must have had you fairly young, right?” Lucy nodded again. “My mom is making duck.
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