Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the inscription. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open.
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