But I don’t have a garden. This is another dream, isn’t it? She turned back to the room and found she wasn’t alone. A man was pacing its length, one hand pressed to his lips and the other clutching a black top hat against his chest. He was dressed in formal clothes from what Mara guessed was the early twentieth century, and he didn’t seem to care that his heavy sweat would soak into them. Mara looked around and saw they were in a child’s bedroom. A toy box sat at the foot of the neatly made bed, and bright paintings were hung on the wall. The room was a little too orderly and clean for Mara to feel comfortable in it. “Are you in here, my love?” A woman appeared in the doorway. She looked drawn and pale but smiled when her husband turned towards her. “Did the funeral upset you so much? I thought it was beautiful.” A funeral and a room that’s been scrupulously cleaned. They lost their child, didn’t they?
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