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Show in my father's house/ 156 voice and he set me in the truck beside Saul. We followed Aunt Helga in the green Hudson past the grape-vines and pear trees, past the sentries of pine and poplar and onto the highway. As we crossed the threshold into the street, the truck lurched, throwing my lip into the dashboard. The pain was relief from the ache in my throat and chest, and gave me an excuse to cry. I put my head against Saul's shoulder and wept until we were far down the highway and home was out of sight. 3ur lives were never to be the same again. |