. ’ Taking the chair she had indicated with a careless wave of one stiff-fingered hand, Gerald felt hope burgeoning. " "So do I," replied Ruth. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. “Come on in. ” 74 She hung up the phone. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. . Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful.
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