Monday, October 15, 2007 @ 8:48:00 AM
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They looked at each other then, not speaking. Caroline had held him in her mind all this time like a photograph, a hundred or a thousand photographs. In each of these David Henry was a young man full of restless, determined energy. Now staring at his dark eyes and fleshy cheeks, his hair so carefully styled, she realized that if she had passed him on the street, she might not have known him, after all.
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“Please.” He paused outside the door. She met his eyes and saw the same sadness and compassion she remembered from so long ago, when they were both much younger. “There’s so much to say, and it’s been so many years. Please say you’ll wait? It shouldn’t be long.”
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