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When I am alone in the apartment these days, not often, but sometimes, I will say softly out loud, Mommy! And I dont know what it is if I am calling for my own mother, or if I am hearing Beckas cry to me that day when she saw the second plane go into the second tower. Both, I think.

But this is my story.

And yet it is the story of many. It is Mollas story, my college roommates, it may be the story of the Pretty Nicely Girls. Mommy. Mom!

But this one is my story. This one. And my name is Lucy Barton.


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