Lucy sat in back of Jane Lenihan, who never spoke to her. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. No other white people within twenty miles. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. "My friends need not fear my return.
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