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conversations.value:  And so, Claire’s fourth birthday party came to the worst possible end. Madam Melia could not be saved. Her injuries were so severe that Miss Claire wasn’t even allowed to see her face again at the funeral. In the wake of her mother’s death, she shut down completely. Her selfishness disappeared, replaced with a sober maturity that made her seem like a different person entirely. The François house was often filled with silence in those days. Miss Claire stayed in her room, gazing out the window. No matter what I said to her, it was like she was somewhere else—as if she would always be waiting for the Madam who had never come home. That was just the beginning of her sorrow. Master Dole grew even busier consolidating support in Madam Melia’s absence, and Miss Claire was sent away to live with distant relatives. When she was told she was going to be separated from her father, too, she just nodded solemnly. It made me realize how long it had been since I had heard her voice.
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conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, How about some strawberries? You didn’t eat much breakfast. Aren’t you hungry?” I showed Miss Claire a basket of strawberries, her favorite, but she just shook her head quietly, not even turning her eyes in my direction.
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conversations.value:  “Miss Claire… I won’t pretend to understand your pain or how you feel, but…if you don’t eat, you’ll get sick.”
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conversations.value:  “If I were to die, I wonder if I could apologize to my mother.” Claire said suddenly as if talking to herself.
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conversations.value:  “I know you’re hurting, but please, don’t talk about dying. That would make the Madam sadder than anything.” I put the basket of strawberries on the table and sat by Miss Claire’s side. I thought it was dangerous to leave her alone right then.
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conversations.value:  Claire stared out the window as if she didn’t notice I was there, but finally, she spoke.
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