Wood required little pressing. During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. It did not seem quite fair. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. “Quite right,” she said. “The little English girl is very fortunate. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. All we have to apprehend is a rescue. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip.
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