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"That was kind," said Peter, but his voice was uncertain

"It wasn’t kind," snapped Clara "You should’ve seen their faces It was like I’d found two people almost dead and then decided to skin them Oh, God, Peter, what’ve I done?"

"Are you sure you don’t want a beer?"

"No, I don’t want a beer I want Myrna I want…"

Anybody but you

It wasn’t said, but everyone heard it The e And Beauvoir found his heart aching for Peter Poor Peter So at a loss

"No wait, Clara," Peter’s voice called It was clear Clara alking away from him "Just tell ood friends You"I do" Her voice was clearer She’d turned to face Peter, to face the officers hidden behind the trees "They were only ever kind to me And now I’ve done this"

"Tell me," said Peter

"I asked a bunch of people before I went and they all said the sao That the Dysons would be too hurt to see me But I went anyway"

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to say how sorry I was About Lillian But also about our falling out I wanted to give them the chance to talk about old tie stories maybe, with someone who knew and loved her"

"But they didn’t want to?"

"It was horrible I knocked on the door and Mrs Dyson answered She’d obviously been crying for a long tinize ining the elderly woman at the door

"--I’ve never seen such hate Never If she could’ve killed ht there she would’ve Mr Dyson joined her He’s tiny, barely there, barely alive I ree He used to pick us up and carry us on his shoulders But now he’s all stooped over and," she paused, obviously searching for words, "tiny Just tiny"

There were no words Or hardly any hter,’ he said ‘You killed our daughter’ And then he tried to swing his cane at ht in the door and he just ended up crying in frustration"