In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. For awhile he watched the revolving light on Copeley's. Mr. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Opening the door, he found it littered with straw, on which he threw himself, and instantly fell asleep. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley.
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