"No friend like the mother, for the babby knows no other. “Who took care of you after she died?” “My father. I'll not speak of Jack or Jonathan. ” “You will have no objection to his remaining here?” he asked. There was no longer any risk in association with her. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. In all her life no living thing had had to depend upon her, not even a dog or a cat. She ran down alleyways and between buildings, faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no more. He chuckled. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. She yielded it without protest, as though unconsciously.
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