Michelle would arrive daily with a two to ten minute brief on her own dating status, her nightly dreams, grades, new family developments. Suddenly she had become afraid. Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather. What about your real mother? Wasn’t she also a foster child? Michelle told me that she was suspected of murder, some people named McFerrin, McDougal. He was a man tout à fait capable, this Gerald. She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way.
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