Page 111 of Last Summer
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Ella:
Yes. How did you put it? Guilt. It’s the devil.
Amira:
Mm-hmm. It is. Do you wish you could forget that you told your husband the baby isn’t his?
Ella:
No. Not that. The opposite.
[Pause]
Amira:
[Gasp] You want to forget that the baby isn’t your husband’s.
Ella:
Yes.
Amira:
[Low laughter] My, oh my. That is something.
Ella:
