When Lorin returned home, he found the lights turned down and candles
burning in various holders around the living area. Candance was working
at a draft board, her mind so intent on her efforts that she seemed
unaware of his presence. She was humming a melody that sounded haunting
in the darkened room and performed with her honeyed contralto voice. It
was one he had not heard before.
(reaction?)
Bedru ends
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. . | . "Hate is not a family value."
