Prudence attacked her chicken wing. ‘Ah. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered. Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of the other. ‘Merci, dieu. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. “It was best for me to know. You have grown into my life, and I cannot tear you out.
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