He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. We were hunting and were separated from the rest of the hunters, so I said, ‘There are ways for a man to escape his wife where no one is harmed. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. The period of repression was over. “We’re here to take your foster daughter down to the station to ask her a few questions sir.
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