“Another young woman, I suppose,” he said, “who knows better than her Maker about her place in the world. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. Cocking the gun. She was poor. Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and security. It would be swindling. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit.
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