But it looked as if
the boy was not going to be of much use. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working
son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. “Oh goody. "
"Ah. He would
always be her friend, too. She drank and drank until his body was a
lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of
all but the fluid in his bones. Then she threw the volume away with a little impatient exclamation. ‘When I thought to make them sympathique for me, with a little tear,
you understand, and some tricks feminine of this kind—’
‘Feminine tricks, too?’ cut in Gerald admiringly, controlling a quivering lip. You think you love this other man! No doubt you do
love him. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He
waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction.
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