Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. "I haven't worn anything else in weeks. A sarcastic smile seemed to play upon the chief-taker's lips; and abashed at his own irresolution, the lad went on. He hated the taste of it. As Mrs.
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