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. "Enough," said Jack, recovering his composure. She was always asking questions about her mother and supplying the answers. ’ To her astonishment, Gosse’s servile attitude vanished abruptly. "Good night. Their conversation became stilted. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. His apparel was sumptuous in the extreme, and such as was only worn by persons of the highest distinction. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor.
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