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Thursday came and Thursday sped as Thursdays will. For a long time Angela saw it as a little separate entity of time shut away in some hidden compartment of her mind, a compartment whose door she dreaded to open.
On Friday she called up her sister early in the morning. "Is that you, Jinny? Did you get my letter? Is it all right for me to come up?"