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Birdsong woke Irenya, though the sky outside was barely light enough to show her the room. The downhill slope of the sofa had wedged her against the uncompromising, overstuffed back. She silently cursed being awake and rolled over. Above the fireplace, the black edge of the timekeeper showed her two pale blue stars. She closed her eyes and willed herself back to sleep.
I have to tell them the truth about Mikey, but what do I tell him? She attempted to turn over. The sofa creaked with every movement. She should tell Mikey the truth. Oh yes, Miss Honesty! And he’ll hate me because I abandoned him. No, she would not tell him; the truth was a private pain, to be nursed close to her heart.
In the end, she got up, pulled the skirt over her sleep-rumpled shift, slipped on the long-sl
