She enjoyed preparing the
evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the
oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of
chicken frying. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and
booze addict. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I
always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. “I wonder what you could do?” he said. ’ He bowed slightly, and indicated the house behind them
with a wave of his hand. "But, what of that? It'll be a
lesson to him in future, and will show him the folly of doing a good-natured
action!"
But perceiving that his companion did not relish his pleasantry and fearing that
his sympathy for the carpenter's situation might betray him into some act of
imprudence, Jonathan, without further remark, and by way of putting an end to
the discussion, let himself drop through the roof.
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