You understand me, Charcoal. just furtive meetings. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go
into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the
rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly
lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing
babies. The horror of those few
minutes was still with her. "
"Forgive you!" echoed his mother, with a look radiant with delight. ’
‘Wait!’ Leaning forward, Hilary tapped on the panel. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?”
“No right at all,” he admitted. The mother, Cathy Beck, was as patient and as
charitable of an individual that Lucy had ever known, a
big kindly Polish-American woman with the heart of an
angel. “But your hair,” he gasped.
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