He had, for the most part, been correct. He helped himself to a beer, then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you. “And what is it all about, Veronica?” he asked, with a deliberate note of irony, looking at her a little quizzically over his glasses. When she came to school on Friday, she almost tripped twice going up the stairs. A town called Foster. His body had been maimed many times.
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