She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. ” “I don’t care if it does,” said Ann Veronica. . Daughters were not like sons. " "And I hope he will, if it's anything to Jonathan's disadvantage," muttered Mrs. Hope reared. A quick flush stained her cheeks. ’ The girl nodded understandingly. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. She stood there limply and did not act to resist him.
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