From the threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face. \"Ever thought about letting me do something with your hair?\" Not needing an answer, Shari got up and whipped out a vented brush from an overstuffed drawer. That’s about the beginning. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. ” She said warmly. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. “Yes. " "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. Brendon always comes home with me, and tonight both are away.
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