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Rachel switched off the wipers of her ’58 Mercury. Oregon mist blurred the view, but not enough to justify the screech of those blades. The appointment with the divorce attorney had been bad enough. She’d paint herself magenta before she’d marry another actor. They headed toward the middle school to pick up her daughters. Thirteen-year-old Andrea had moved beyond her mother’s influence. Rachel grudgingly accepted that. And Sophie, at 11, pulled straight A’s, starred at gymnastics, and talked about everything. She had the confidence to bull her way through the snarl of divorce; she’d be all right. But Harry was her youngest. Could he cope with the emotional fallout that penetrated every corner of their lives? Harry looked at the spittle on his sneakers. Rachel began singing, hamming it up and modifying lyrics to cheer him. You’re Harry the Eighth you are Harry the Eighth you are, you are You got married to the widow next door She’s been married seven times before And every one was a Harry (Harry) She wouldn’t have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam) You’re her eighth …


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