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A miracle

She turned away fro walk down the driveway She heard each of her footsteps, and the cottonwoods chattering in the breeze

“Wait!”

Elsa stopped Turned back

Mrs Martinelli stood directly behind her, hands fisted, ood breezefro?”

“What do you care? Away”

“Your parents will accept you back, ruined?”

“Hardly”

“So…”

“I’m sorry,” Elsa said “I didn’t mean to ruin your son’s life Or dash your hopes for him I just … it doesn’t matter now”

Elsa felt like a giraffe loo woman

“So that’s it? You just leave?”

“Isn’t that what you want me to do?”

Mrs Martinelli stepped closer, looked up, studying Elsa intently Long, uncomfortable moments passed “How old are you?”

“Twenty-five”