It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. Just as soon as I deal with this little tramp, I’m going to divorce you and take every penny that you’ve ever made, including your pension and your measly inheritance from 125 your dishrag of a father!” Something in the little man’s mind snapped. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls. She could not say who, not yet.
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