When he was up and about, the idea of flight would return. There was little fighting spirit here. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. I was always told my mother died the day I was born.
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