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Aurelle wasn’t sleeping well. She stayed up for hours, high on any number of things, then came home late, stalking through the house like a ghost. Opening drawers and cupboards, making herself food and leaving dirty dishes everywhere. Diana, a light sleeper, would wake, heart pounding, and lay there listening: Aurelle banging about, muttering, eventually going quiet until morning.
Marianne came up to RBU without telling anyone. She drove one of the kids’ cars so no one would recognize it. She parked in the lot close to the Art Den. She marched into the studio and asked a quiet girl working on an easel where Diana Martin was. The girl opened and closed her mouth before pointing off the main studio to Diana’s closed door. Everyone stared. Marianne walked to the door indicated and opene
