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after she ran aw >, where she was. About two mont ght, did write us a
postcard to say she was all right, I ve-x heard from her again. We tried
our best tor even hWed, detectives. The postcaid was COO lOn-!t, be
read, and the picture was w li etr west He palm Virginia. and, his.
"Dearest girl -c h h' so very s o' r r'y to boar about your va,oih 
choking up and forgetting to blot her tears. "At this moment I am just
too upset and emotional to hear more. Indulge me, darling, please."

But I would like to know more now," said Tony, squeezing my hand that he
had again captured. "Your father said he called from Winnerrow, and that
he and your mother lived there all their married lives. Did you like
WinnerrowT' At first my tongue refused to form words, but as the silence
stretched and became uncomfortably thick, I finally found what wasn't
truly a lie,\"Yes, I like Winnerrow well enough." That's good. We would
so hate to think that Leigh and her child were unhappy." I allowed my
eyes to meet his briefly before they fled again to stare almost blindly
at the passing scenery. Then he was asking: "How did your mother meet
your father?"

Please, Tony!" cried Jillian, in what appeared to be great distress.
"Didn't I just say I am too upset to hear the details? My daughter is
dead, and for years she didn't write to me! Can I forget and forgive her
for that? I waited and I waited for her to write and plead or
forgiveness! She hurt me when she ran away! I cried for months! I hate
to cry; you know that, Tony!" She sobbed rough and harsh, as if truly
sobbing were new to her throat, then touched her eyes again with her.
lacy bit of cloth. "Leigh knew I was emotional and sensitive and I would
suffer, but she didn't care. She never loved me. It was Cleave she loved
best. And in truth she helped to kill the father who couldn't put
himself back together once she was gone so I have just made up my
mind, I am not going to let grief Ine of happiness and ruin the rest of
my, withtdoets. Why jill, I never thought for one second you ould let
grief ruin your life. Besides, you have to -remember Leigh had seventeen
years of life with a m an she adored, isn't that so, Heave nT I
continued to stare blindly out of the side windows.

dear God, how could I answer that without iling my chances? If they
knew-and obviously th dn't know, it might change their attitude ey di
and me. "It looks like it might rain," I said "nervously, staring
outside. I pushed backward on the rich suede seat and tried relax.