* * *Light, blinding her. Not there in Zambia. He could not help smiling. They lay side by side in the sun, odors of sun-block hanging on the unmoving air.
” Jackie thought for a long time. I had seen a single picture of my grandmother’s other grandfather: an old man with white hair and a trim, white beard. I don’t think he felt much, it would have been so quick. Mark’s analysis had shown him that she had left because she felt like she didn’t have equal standing with him.
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