They’re in grad school and they both live in New York. “Yes,” she answered, looking away. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. It makes no difference. I'm no mollycoddle.
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