There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.
Francois
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A4Chapter 4
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manda looked across the table at her mother.Adrienne had paused and was staring out the window again. The rain had stopped; beyond the glass, the sky was full of shadows. In the silence, Amanda could hear the refrigerator humming steadily.
“Why are you telling me this, Mom?”
“Because I think you need to hear it.”
“But why? I mean, who was he?”
Instead of answering, Adrienne reached for the bottle of wine. With deliberate motions, she opened it. After pouring herself a glass, she did the same for her daughter.
“You might need this,” she said.
“Mom?”
Adrienne slid the glass across the table.
“Do you remember when I went to Rodanthe? When Jean asked if I could watch the Inn?”
It took a moment before it clicked.
“Back when I was in high school, you mean?”
“Yes.”
When Adrienne began again, Amanda found herself reaching for her wine, wondering what this was all about.
