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Everyone standing there, staring at Idyth's angel fallen to earth, would spit over his or her left shoulder and say a kineahora to keep the "evil eye" away from her. At Daddy's funeral I wore a sophisticated black St. John's knit with a Versace silk blouse, the pattern a splash of shocking pink flowers. It was midsummer, but thank goodness not too hot-at dusk, when they finally lowered the casket into the ground, there even was a chill in the air so I wrapped a light pink Donna Karan cashmere sweater over my shoulders.
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