Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy.
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