Not that it hadn't surfaced in different guises during that time, mostly in unpleasant and painful recall. On those rare occasions when the memory did surface, it always came disguised in dreams, mostly nightmares, sometimes remembered on awakening, the faces blank, the bodies distorted. Only the pain was chillingly real. Yet she had learned to quickly eradicate even these fleeting remembrances from her mind. Until now. Farley Lipscomb was her father's lawyer then, a man of awesome dignity, tall, confident, self-assured, the kind of man who could read the label of a candy bar and make it seem like he was dispensing the wisdom of the ages. Fiona's parents seemed to be in the company of the Lipscombs often. Letitia Lipscomb was, even then, in the mainstream of Washington's social life. Wealthy in her own right, she had the wherewithal to entertain lavishly in her lovely home off Massachusetts Avenue in the heart of Embassy Row. She had her sights set on becoming one of Washington's most important hostesses and was obsessive in her zeal to collect Washington's big-fish celebrities.
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