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' Lorna curled herself into a ball around one of the pillows; she covered her head with the other pillow. That July—it was one hot and lazy Saturday afternoon —Homer was floating in the pool; he had been in the orchards all morning, mulching the young trees. Was their attraction to each other a form of narcissism? Olive worried. 'Come on,' Candy said.

Santa Glaus grabbed hold of both the mother and her daughter. Larch wanted to give Homer more confidence. She got an actual letter—her first communication from him since he'd been shot down a year ago. 'I think the daughter is about Angel's age,' she said.