My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. ‘Damnation!’ Confused, he released her, and in an instant she had darted away and was running down the garden. “Will you come round to the hospital?” he asked. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. “If it will keep you busy,” he said, with a faintly ironical smile. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it was striking.
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