Three cars were lined up in the driveway. Anna opened a cupboard and produced cups and saucers and a tin of coffee. You seemed complete—without that. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. They found out Cris had some sort of criminal past, more child abuse stuff of course. She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror.
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