She did not want to feel such negative emotion
towards any member of her foster family. ”
“I think, Mr. Why didn’t I die? Why does
God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t
die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this
poisoned world! But most of all. “I don’t know where to go to. I am sure he would go with
you. She put her head out of the window. Lucy could see Diane’s clear dislike of her, the
foster background she had come from, and the single
mysterious episode with the police that had inflamed the
gossips from all the corners of town. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him
on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. 127
“But Mary Lucia, it isn’t what it looks like! She’s an
old friend, there’s nothing serious going on!”
Without a word, she about-faced and flew down his
steps, running fast, jumping four steps at a time. The eminent painter had handsome,
expressive features, an aquiline nose, and a good deal of dignity in his manner.
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