Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. She thought me— filthy. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships.
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