The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. . He often wanted only to drive with her in the car, both of them staring at the scenery in silence for hours. ’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. “Don’t bunch too much as you come out,” she added.
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