Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. ” John peered at her as she went to him. Rummage, my boy, do. “Here,” he said, “is this Blau See, and here we rest until to-morrow.
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