He did not speak for a moment. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. She must speak to Jack. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. Despite her busy work schedule, Sheila had always been a social person, a talker, a joiner of neighborhood groups, a town council member, a PTA worker, and a thrower of neighborhood coffee klatches. Doctors constantly admonished and offered weak consolation that most would have been hurt much worse from the type of fall he took. I know that in my heart I would take whatever he gave.
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