Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. Lucy had snuck in the back door by the kitchen and Sheila was ready for her, standing between the stove 124 and the refrigerator. “What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. She held out her hand frankly. I don’t think of you as a kid.
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