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Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. “Pray accept my apologies. “So how about this Friday?” He asked. works. In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. "Never—never!" The words were scarcely pronounced, when the door was violently thrown open, and two men appeared at it. ” 174 < 21 > THANKSGIVING She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and elated. “Mid-thirties. 1. "Mother—dear mother! Once again, I beseech you to listen to me. ” “You talk strangely, Anna,” he said.
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