She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. The characters of the youthful occupants of the room might be detected in every article it contained. His instinct was in the direction of considering his daughters his absolute property, bound to obey him, his to give away or his to keep to be a comfort in his declining years just as he thought fit.
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