The Levys tried to live with Villana, and without their mother. At first, there was some pleasure to be found in watching Villana navigate domestic life. She laughed like she was being murdered. She ran like every bone in her body had been broken. She sang like a collapsing star. She tore the mattress in the guest bedroom open and slept inside it, her wretched body compressed and folded up among the springs.
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