From Chapter One "She rolled down the window, looking out on a wide expanse of windswept water. Long lines of white-capped wavelets advanced across the surface. Christine tried to recall the names of the lakes lapping at the sylvan shores. Aziscohos, Upper and Lower Richardson, Cupsuptic, Mooselookme- guntic, Rangeley, each connected one to the other by wild rivers spilling out of dark hills. Lakes and rivers, like an indigo staircase dropping down from heaven's vault. It had been only five hours, but Boston seemed a lifetime away."
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