The folder lived in the second drawer of her father's desk for nine weeks and then for eleven months.
Amelia knew exactly where it was at all times, in the way you know where a tooth is when it aches. She opened the drawer perhaps twice a month, for no reason she could have defended, and looked at the corner of it, and closed the drawer again.
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