Mr. Lucy dug out an old light gray cotton miniskirt that had shrunk on Shari in the wash. Steps to aid the descent, which was too steep to be safe without them, led to, a door on the opposite side. It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly. To recreate the era, I deliberately tried to avoid creating a thinly disguised bodice ripper where an “empowered” woman mouthed off to prospective suitors in jerkins and tights, in other words, a typical romance novel.
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