‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. It can wait a bit longer. He’ll survive. Wild's orders.
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