Mr. Capes looked at one and not over one, spoke to one, treated one as a visible concrete fact. Her prevailing effect was one of quiet and complete assurance, as though she knew all about everything, and was only restrained by her instinctive delicacy from telling what she knew. ’ Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither move nor speak. He smothered a laugh. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. So he made his dispositions and went off on some other fool’s errand.
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