First:
This morning I got a note from my aunt asking me to come for lunch.
Last:
I watch her walk toward St. Charles, cape jasmine held against her cheek, until my brothers and sisters call out behind me.
Ok, the lovely prose it not so much evinced by the passages above but my malaise is such that I cannot continue.
(malaise reference would make sense if you're read this. If you haven't, don't bother.)
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