And when she went to sleep, then always Capes became the novel and wonderful guest of her dreams. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. It is what I have done. Jackson, to the swig.
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