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writegirl@altavista.com
Lewis,
You looked at them, the two lovers, as they walked outside of the backyard gate. And you said, “They will be okay. They will make it.”
I asked you why you thought that.
You said, “Because he can control her.”
My stomach sucked back into itself. I hoped you were wrong. I hope she was not a doomed woman, a woman who’s spirit would be evicted right out of her.
And I no longer liked you.
Greta