There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. .
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