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"It's Emma--Emma's gone, Jack. She's gone.
Gone where, Mom?"
But he knew the second he said it--the telephone suddenly cold against his ear. Jack saw that dazzling-blue glint of the Pacific, the way you see it for the first time--turning off Sunset Boulevard, barreling Chautauqua. Below you, depending on the time of day, the dead-slow or lighting-fast lanes of the Pacific Coast Highway, sometimes a sea of cars, always a tongue of concrete--the last barrier between you and the fabulous West Coast Ocean.
Gone how? Jack asked his mother." John Irving - Until i find you