She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. “What do you think of them?” Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders.
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