My foster mom works there as a second job. His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge. The young lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often.
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