Unformatted text preview: ; he said in a raw ragged whisper, "and ah ... he told me so many things. But he didn't tell me this would happen. He didn't tell me she was coming home." Mona took the small velvet chair beside him, facing the bed. She said in a low voice, resenting the others, "Julien probably didn't know." "Do you mean, Oncle Julien?" asked Pierce in a small timid whisper from across the room. Hamilton Mayfair turned and looked directly at Michael as though this was the most fascinating thing in the world. "Hamilton, what are you doing here?" asked Mona. "We're all taking turns," said Magdalene in a little whisper. Then Hamilton said, "We just want to be here." There was something decorous about all of them, yet despairing. Hamilton must have been about twenty-five now. He was good-look- ing, not beautiful and sparkling like Pierce, but very handsome in his own too narrow way. She couldn't remember the last time she had spoken to him. He looked directly at her as he rested...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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