My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. "You forgot your lunch," she said. “Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. Just then—I was nervous. "You have killed him," cried Winifred in alarm. The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. ’ ‘Nothing would make me do so, except to tell him how you have cheated me. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence.
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