Then someone was responding. Wear the winter white wool, Laura encouraged, knowing Rhoda was-asking herself if this would be the last New Year's Day she would eversee. Maybe just for a while, she pushed. A stranger leaned compassionately overher.
The staff- except for Maisie were subdued this morning. They didn't live in fourth-floorwalk-ups with never enough heat and hot water. Laura's voice was sharp. Why did you lie to everyone? Her voice held a shrill reproach.
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