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. Almost simultaneously they burst out laughing. That register would be easy to get at; comforting thought. Toys! Delicate trifles! A sex of invalids. Sebastian had known it was coming, but he could not avoid sleeping as easily as she could.
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