They didn’t talk about it much, but Mike had been through some eerily similar foster homes in Florida, the where he was born. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. What! mum still. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards.
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