Part 2 In the late afternoon, as Ann Veronica was gathering flowers for the dinnertable, her father came strolling across the lawn toward her with an affectation of great deliberation. "Certain. It will take a month to clean up. There has never been a white woman at McClintock's. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. Still —there you are!” He paused. It got on my nerves—the women I saw. "Now your curiosity's satisfied, child," continued Kneebone, "perhaps, you'll attend to my orders. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town.
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