Hidden in a toolbox, in the rafters of his four-car garage, was an envelope full of pictures taken by a private detective...They were pictures of a scrawny, boyish looking nine year old with a wide mouth and a tangle of brown hair...Her eyes were oblong and deep set, their color hidden from the camera by the slant of the sun. The angles and planes of her face were oddly beautiful just then, in that moment, frozen on Kodak paper. A hint of the woman she would someday become.
She roared with laughter. Passersby gave her strange looks, but she didn__ care. If she__ been able to stretch her vision to see beyond the trees he disappeared behind, she would have stopped laughing. She would have seen the couple who__ been in the dark street near the restaurant the previous night, again breaking into laughter when he felt it was safe to abandon the Wally persona. Everywhere she saw that one man, she didn__ see the woman behind him, with him, beside him, urging him on, supporting him. If she had, she might have wondered then who the display was really for.
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She roared with laughter. Passersby gave her strange looks, but she didn__ care. If she__ been able to stretch her vision to see beyond the trees he disappeared behind, she would have stopped laughing. She would have seen the couple who__ been in the dark street near the restaurant the previous night, again breaking into laughter when he felt it was safe to abandon the Wally persona. Everywhere she saw that one man, she didn__ see the woman behind him, with him, beside him, urging him on, supporting him. If she had, she might have wondered then who the display was really for.
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