
"I think sometimes about our lives, Emil's and mine," Dana says in the house on the hill. "They have been like this—" She uses another visual aid. Her right hand cuts through the air. Up and down. Up and down. She describes a roller coaster. Up. Her hand finishes high in the air. The cuckoo clock ticks. A cousin snores.
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