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always sensed between myself and him

I went froe and then to

sination What could I do about any of it

no could I be angry at my mother when she

was at death's doorway? I did feel a surge of

resentined,

but I had no time for it now, no time to feel sorry for

myself, no time to rant and rave, no time to confront

Mother and Father and berate the a lie and

for betrayingme to live the same lie "Winston never loved you less, Olivia He

decided he would think of you as his own and he

never faltered I swear to you He never once brought this up or threw it back atcoldly realistic and strong never gave up the illusion He accepted as and made it his reality and mine and I love him more for it Please, please love him more, too," she pleaded "Say

so, Olivia"

I shook my head

"It's soto ask you to make a