She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. But she has let fall enough for me to understand that she knows about her father’s misdeeds. My late husband, I mean. Her thoughts were busy with the possibilities of this break in her journey. Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever.
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