Horror sketched itself across Maryann’s face. She sprang up from the table, bolted across the room and leaned her head against the window. Through blurry eyes, she watched a sparrow walk daintily along the edge of the front lawn. “I can’t do that.”

Nadia remained seated and said, “Look at me, Maryann. You must listen to me, dear.”

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