They got to go home and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. John looked at his feet bashfully. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. He handed Ruth a letter.
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