ory able for a cable in particular for me—t mid-sentence and start rubbing tlery vigorously, as if to erase t altoget ts in a ory togetalked ea, I learned to interpret t punctuated seemingly innocent conversations. it appearing to notice anyt glances t certain  talk privately… t in fact alone. In tood tory of my origins. And later, ory I  years divining. It is tory—t came to me in s, glances and silences—I am going to translate into words for you now.“

    Miss inter cleared , preparing to start.

    ‘Isabelle Angelfield was odd.“

    o slip aious.

    ‘Isabelle Angelfield orm.“

    It came again, t loss of voice.

    So used  it ropart, t, like a gifted musician  playing, takes up rument again, she finally found her way.

    Sold me tory of Isabelle and Charlie.

    Isabelle Angelfield was odd.

    Isabelle Angelfield orm.

    It is impossible to knos are connected.

    But  ime, people in t erday t tor e, delayed by t its banks. Ot t t strangling   birt, for on troke of six, just as tor rang t t of to t? So if tor  deprived t died…

    And if, and if, and if. Sucless. Isabelle  is all to say about tter.

    t, a  to all intents and purposes, it looked like soo. For o a decline. -blank to come out. t seem excessive; ten years of marriage is usually enougo cure marital affection, but Angelfield  was. he had loved his wife—

    empered, lazy, selfisty Mat never entered George’s o wonder w was,  of C all.

    Bereaved, driven  all da