It was the blood she found that
cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a
criminal. It was
fastened inside. ’
Her hand shook as he took it in his, and she uttered involuntarily, ‘Oh, it was
so horrible! They came like animals, with long knives that they use to cut grass,
and heavy clubs. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a
heavy drug abuser. His face, as he
looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was
so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered
hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it. ‘It
needs not that you tell me. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and
understand. Dolby smiled. It was the girl. "But don't wait for me,
Sir Cecil.
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