9. B. He died in the war. I had left Paris. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. It was hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of “Alcide. " "Don't hurry yourself," said Jonathan, "I'll wait for you here. Gerald? But could he be here so quickly? She hastily dabbed at her eyes, thankful for the darkness that she saw had come on outside unnoticed, dimming the room.
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