He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. “One has to live and learn,” she remarked, with a passable imitation of her father’s manner. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. Go quickly and call him. 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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