My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. The couple reappeared from behind the curtains, both visibly shaken. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied.
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