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The second appearance was not planned.That made it effective.A regional arts opening had been on Elena’s calendar for months. Lillian had not been scheduled to attend. Whe
Nathaniel did not retaliate publicly.That would have been expected.Instead, he dismantled them in places no headline ever reached.The







