When Mary looked down at the old barca lounger she tried to be optimistic. Perhaps it was just a transitional device, this piece of furniture. A transitional object like her pacifier or blanket had been. Yet she worried. Its slightly stained upholstery seemed to glare at her. The issue at hand, echoed the voice in her head, was not that it was a transitional object, but that this morning he had even called her by his long dead sister’s name again. Lately her father had been forgetting that there had even been a transition.
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