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Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen ProserpinaPresent Day I wish I could go to London and just tell Auden everything. That I had Becket’s fingers inside me, and that oh, by the way, Becket saw his father burying my mother’s body in the chapel ruins. But as much as I know I theoretically could, I won’t. I don’t. I stay at Thornchapel and try to bury myself in work, in packing up my room. I find Saint and we spend long hours together walking around the estate or working in the library. A couple days later, when I finally manage to tell him, Saint says simply, “Ralph was a monster.” “So you believe he killed my mom?” Saint pulls at the bottom ball of his lip piercing. “When they were in town for the summer or Christmas, they came to the same church my mother and I did. And for weeks on end I’d watch
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