If she helped him, I don't think she'll ever see trouble for it,do you? He was eighty-five and not well. There was nothing supernaturalabout it, either, and raw is exactly the right word. I can hold him another minute--two, if I have to--but I'mbleeding like a stuck pig. , and with a certain perverse pleasure.
That's not such a bad way for a little girl to grow up, Isometimes think. Theoverall feeling is not neglect, exactly, butjrgottenness. He's had more than he ought. Mostlyit was him being her only blood link to her father.
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