"And now to dispose of our dead. Gerald lost his head. My Dad doesn’t want it necessarily, but he realizes that if he doesn’t give my 185 Mom this one it’s divorce for sure. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. . What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless.
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