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was folding clothes in the girls’ room. She was allowed inside now. The girls no longer shut the door when she came.
That day, Elena sang a sadder song, the one her mother had sung in the final days after Antonio died.
Valentina watched for a long time.
Then she asked, “Why do you sing so sadly?”
Elena looked up carefully.
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