Her foster parents had attended the concert in their finest clothes, Cathy in a new JC Penney dress, Larry in a suit that was too small. I might as well try to build a ladder to heaven. “How are you feeling?” She asked. Suppose her father turned her out of doors! She did not care, she meant to go. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. His tie had demanded a struggle; he ought to have taken a clean one after his first failure. He thought he heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle.
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