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Strange how things fall out sometimes. You may curse and pray, gibber and whimper, and nothing happens. Then, just when you're reconciled to the inevitable, a trap door opens, Saturn slinks off to another vector, and the grand problem ceases to be. Or so it seems.
It was in this simple, unexpected way that Stasia informed me one day, during Mona's absence, that she was going to leave us. If I hadn't had it from her own lips I wouldn't have believed it.