God, how old are they now? They must be teenagers. CHAPTER VI. “My child, I do not wish. She bought her Greyhound ticket one steamy afternoon when school let out at eleven thirty A. “No doubt about that, I fancy,” Meddoes answered lightly. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out.
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