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Diana was not the only one who often stayed over at the Taylors’ in the summer of 1994, that first summer of friendship with Aurelle. There were not only the enormous bedrooms of the Taylor children to accommodate, but the many spare guest rooms and couches. Mornings were a sleepy, stretching unveiling. Teens watched TV and shuffled to the kitchen to get coffee or tea, Marianne or Mitch always already up and dressed, cheerfully heading off for their own busy days or supervising the breakfast goings-on. They truly behaved as though their home and their love was open to all.
Diana and Aurelle were eating breakfast outside on the patio one morning, an Eggo and a scoop of cut fruit on each of their plates. People milled about, inside and outside. Diana noticed that Aurelle hardly seemed
