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It could only mean one thing—that her foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer! When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the morning. Mercifully, the Peters had moved to Rhode Island about six months after the tragedy. " "For mercy's sake go up stairs," implored Sheppard. She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. “But if my manner tells! I cannot help it if that shows. Don't suppose," she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father of such a boy as you. Considering how little he lets her have. It was nothing like the big church wedding she wanted, but nothing could shame her greater than to have a child out of wedlock.
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