“I’m outta here,” she said. She draped her coat over her shoulders, a faded leather jacket with the peace symbol on the back. Her earrings jingle and sparkle. She descended the stairs with a determined clack of her shoes that made me think that within an hour she would be pulling Jonathan by the ear. She would check train stations and airports, intercept traffic on the George Washington Bridge. Wisdom could escape her when she was so big and so angry. But less than an hour later, she returned alone. I remained almost motionless. I spent an hour sitting in the living room, letting time pass. When Clare returned, she paused for a moment, looking at me confused.
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