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My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t
much fatter. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application. His gaze
drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a
starched object that resembled a helmet. Her thoughts took words for themselves. “It is about your sister, Lady
Ferringhall. Both Jordan and Josiah stopped
speaking to my Mom and Dad seven years ago! I don’t
know why they couldn’t try and contact me.
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