“Was there a violent outburst? Grief wouldn’t account for it ... nor remorse.”
The woman nodded, her throat swelling.
“Don’t tell Lary. He need not know. He wouldn’t understand. Women are so different, Dr. Schubert. I wouldn’t want Lary to despise his mother. She wasn’t wholly to blame—that the frost came too late.”
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