CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH THOUGHTS IN PRISON Part 1 The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. Old Lancashire families both. The key is in my trousers. The tables were then cleared. The Denunciation VI. Anyhow, it were me as got you down to the wetnurse. . ‘Must be still downstairs. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy.
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