And if she was ever found living in the area like that, homeless, John could somehow find out. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. Then she sang. “If you say so, my pet. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. “Okay.
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