She Lost Focus of Me in the Crowd
But the suitcase, the one I treasured most, was gone.
She remembered that gray suitcase.
I'd bought it the year we came to Starbrough. I dragged it behind me as I followed her through customs, only to be stopped and searched for quite a while.
At the time, I'd nervously tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Honey, I'm not going to get deported, am I?"
She had said, "With me here, what's there to be afraid of?"
Now, standing in the empty entryway, Lydia suddenly felt those words come back like a boomerang, hitting her square in the chest.
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