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When the car, with Susan's hands waving wildly from the rear window, disappeared down the driveway, Lucy stood looking after its pale dust.
The day was brilliant around her -- flower-scented, crisp with breeze -- yet her inner turmoil darkened it.
She had let Jim go with a chilly good-by, a chillier kiss.
She was sorry, and angry at herself, because never in their life together had she done that.
She turned and began to walk toward the house.

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