” Her father’s irony deepened. 3. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. You have darkened your eyebrows, you have even changed your style of dress. Most of all she enjoyed the gentle gratitude of her foster family members, even the teasing 7 of Mike, her foster brother, who liked to play food critic to give her a hard time. Wood carved the ducks; Mr. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow.
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