It was the only way to make the monthly bills. Hot coffee and cakes were sent in to them in the morning by some intelligent sympathizer, or she would have starved all day. But Jonathan, fixing a terrible look upon him, cried. Lucy had snuck in the back door by the kitchen and Sheila was ready for her, standing between the stove 124 and the refrigerator. Plote was sleeping or deaf.
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