Theresa speaks. She tells a story of her childhood, of growing up in a cabin in the middle of the forest. Far away, at the top of the hill, she could see a huge castle, pure white. She longed to visit that castle, and every day looked at it, dreaming of what could be inside. Finally one day she tried to climb the path to the castle. Midway there, however, she found her way blocked by a huge spider web. She was unable to progress, and waited for the handsome prince who would cut through the web and lead her to the white castle.

No, that's not the kind of the thing Theresa would say. What she really says is that she cut through the spider web herself, made her way to the castle, and found it completely empty, save for a plate of peanut butter cookies on the dining room table. That's more like it. Mark contemplates this story in silence.

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