“We parted— that night the best of friends. Never had her father explained. He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood. I spoke a thought aloud. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly.
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