F. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. But no one could explain the disappearance of Michelle’s parents, nor could the police find a fingerprint or even a clothing fiber to trace what had happened to them. She sighed with relief. She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. It's all your fault, you shaking coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too.
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