There had been too much silence.The type of silence that suppressed the scent of lilac, and failed to soothe it. The type of silence suppresses seconds like choices.Eleanor sat back too, back straight and stubbornly. Her hands—her beautiful hands that had waited at dukes and signed without a shake—broke the deal. They knotted against the corner of the vanity cloth, folded and refolded again, jostled and jockeyed once more.Harrison was tense in the house.He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a man never asked to yield an inch of space. He hacked half a wall away behind him.And he continued:"You said seventy burned."The voice was thick but the words fell like boulders into water that did not move. Ripples spread out until the air itself was taut as a wire.Eleanor's throat closed up tight. She looked at her arm, once and then again, as though holiness worked into the fabric would clean the skin."That is what the numbers were," she gasped to him, voice weighted in silk. "I took
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