She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. ‘Sapristi. And I heard ‘Alcide’ sing, and that little dance she did.
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