Her foster parents had attended the concert in their finest clothes, Cathy in a new JC Penney dress, Larry in a suit that was too small. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. Lucy's ears were singing. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. He had thought it might have that effect. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him.
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