Ray Plote would not leave a written explanation. ’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. You’re all dependents—all of you. ’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. “Father,” she cried, “I have to live!” He misunderstood her. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. ’ ‘Good. "Can't!" repeated his mother. . . She found the silence comforting, as old people often do.
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