The shouts of indignation—the frightful yells now raised baffle description. He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. Above her head was an aura of white fire. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. Move.
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