Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. The thought of Capes flooded her being like long-veiled sunlight breaking again through clouds. Perhaps he had heard of this Enschede. Perhaps if I had watched over her more closely, things would have been different. When they were home, the pair headed for the Big Apple or the warmth of the Beck’s family table. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question.
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