She looked at her flattened belly. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. He munched his popcorn steadily, periodically offering it to her, but not his Coke, as that would be too bold, a saliva exchange. . She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. From first to last, on this occasion, her aunt expostulated for about two hours. THIS, this glissade, would be damned scoundrelism.
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