She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. His blood would be sweet with it. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. Diane spoke first. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. “Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard.
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