Robert Stonehouse's mother disappeared, and they said she was dead. But late at night the door to his room would open, and there his mother would stand, stern and wonderful, on the threshold of his darkened room -- until his adoration became an agony and he lay with his face hidden in his arms, waiting for the touch of her hand that never came...
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