d a wind ruffled the water of the mirror, and Igraine saw her own face, blurred with weeping, looking out through the water. It's OK, Corinne told the nurse. She woke with a stifled whimper, a sleeper's scream, and sat up to hear the sound of church bells everywhere. She wasLaura Weinberg now.
You manage to get some sleep last night? A little. Laura nodded in recall. Homework's all done, Katie said triumphantly. When they were out of earshot he said, I like not the way he looks at you, Igraine.
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