Courtlaw might have been able to give
me an idea where to stop. 238
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IN BED
John drove her home after school nearly every day. The
benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps,
had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to
the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were
broken and scattered about in all directions. Thankfully only the children were home, so there was
no one to take active notice that she had been
accompanied on her way home from school. ‘I don’t want a list of all the
nuns resident in your wretched convent. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and
booze addict. Ann Veronica had no answer for a moment. She smiled encouragingly,
laying aside her plate and turning her chair from the table. “You poor little girl!” he cried. ’
‘No, miss,’ cut in Kimble. “Let me introduce my friend to you,” Courtlaw said. "Suppose we go and have tea?
I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the
Victoria instead.
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