I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded. Melusine crossed to open it, and immediately the knocking intensified in volume. ” Her elation teetered in mid-air for a second, then began to flutter down around her like a badly-built house of cards. He regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes.
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