[stylist] {Spam?} Re: {Spam?} first chapter to share

[Tessa]

Hi Debby
Thank you for your comments on my first chapter, I've tried to make Fran 
realistic, not the super blind who can do anything nor one of the helpless.
I would have to say I don't mind criticism from strangers, so long as it's 
constructive. If someone said my story sucked then I'd want to know why they 
think that, what are they basing their criticism on and what do they suggest 
for fixing it. That doesn't mean I agree with them or will fix what they 
don't like. If one reader doesn't like something, then I'll take it under 
advisement LOL if several people don't like something then it's very 
possible that it needs fixing.
Anyway, thanks for reading
Tessa

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From: "debby via stylist" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
To: "Tessa via stylist" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
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: This is a great chapter! I'm anxious to read more. I like your character. 
She's tough, but resilient, but also kind. Debby and Nova
:
: On Oct 9, 2016 11:21 AM, Tessa via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
: >
: > Hi,
: > This is the first chapter of one of my novels. About half my stories 
have
: > characters who are blind
: > Anyway I'm interested in any comments. I wrote this for NaNoWriMo 2014 
and
: > am currently editing it. So basically it's finished but only the first
: > couple chapters have been cleaned up. Right now the whole thing is 
60,000
: > words but as I edited new scenes occur and new people pop up so I have 
no
: > idea what the final size will be. My first NaNoWriMo piece was 50,000 
and is
: > now over 80 so who knows.
: > Anyway this is about 3500 words perhaps too long for a chapter but it 
works
: > for me.
: > Thanks for reading and I hope you like it.
: >
: > Tessa
: >
: > SUMMER WAGES BY TESSA SODERBERG
: >
: > COPYRIGHT 2014-2016
: >
: > CHAPTER ONE
: >
: > The Greyhound sighed as the driver released the air brakes. He opened 
the
: > door, and canned air was replaced by a cool breeze heavy with the smell 
of
: > dust and diesel. Fran sighed too, she hated taking the bus. Oh sure, for 
the
: > first hour she loved it. It was an adventure, going somewhere she'd 
never
: > been. By the time she arrived, she was crabby, hungry and needed a pee.
: > Every muscle ached. Her nose was sick of the stink of the chemical 
toilet.
: > She wanted to stretch and breathe fresh air. Ruby lifted her head to see
: > what was happening.
: >
: > "Lie down," Fran said as she scratched the pointed ears. "Let me get my
: > stuff together." She fastened a fanny pack around her waist, and checked 
the
: > seat for forgotten items. She zipped zippers, and closed pockets, before 
she
: > eased into the straps of her backpack. She waited while the other 
passengers
: > staggered onto the platform for a smoke break.
: >
: > "This is your stop," the driver said.
: >
: > "Yes thanks, just avoiding the stampede."
: >
: > "You got anything underneath?" the driver asked.
: >
: > "Yes, two large, red duffels." He just grunted and followed his 
passengers.
: > Fran eased into the aisle and grabbed Ruby's leash.
: >
: > "Let's go," she said. Ruby, tail wagging, led her onto the platform.
: >
: > She smiled. She wanted to make a good impression on whoever had come to 
pick
: > her up. Francis Marie Maclean, five foot four, one hundred and forty 
pounds
: > of mostly muscle on a sturdy frame. She had short dark hair, brown eyes, 
and
: > pale skin, yet to acquire a summer tan. She wore faded jeans, 
coffee
stained
: > after a rough stretch of highway. She would bet she wore more of her 
coffee
: > than she drank. The red fleece she wore over her pink "CANOE QUETICO"
: > T-shirt felt too warm for this six a.m. bus station. At her side was 
Ruby:
: > German Shepherd by breeding, Labrador by nature. She hadn't told her
: > employer she was blind, that she had a guide dog. She hoped if there was
: > going to be a scene, they'd wait until the bus left.
: >
: > Ruby guided her around the stretching, smoking, grumbling passengers and 
a
: > sprawl of packages being delivered. Fran spotted her bags immediately, 
which
: > was why she had chosen that colour. She wasn't totally blind. She saw
: > colours, objects and people, but she didn't see fine details. For 
example,
: > she couldn't read or recognize faces. She could see well enough to get
: > around in familiar places, but she relied on Ruby for safe travel in new
: > areas. Besides, people were more helpful when you had a dog.
: >
: > She dragged the heavy bags over against the building where they'd be out 
of
: > the way. They contained everything she'd need for a summer of cooking 
and
: > camping. There was a tent, clothes, sleeping bag and camp cot, a weeks’
: > worth of dog food, toys and grooming tools for Ruby. She also had her
: > cooking gear: measuring cups and spoons, pre-made mixes and spices she
: > preferred, and an assortment of talking devices, thermometer, measuring 
jug
: > and scale.
: >
: > Fran Maclean was a cook, and a good one if she said so herself. She had
: > spent years cooking for assorted outfits. She began cooking as a 
teenager,
: > under the watchful eye of her father's sister. Hannah brought her out to
: > camp one summer to get her out of her parents overprotective influence. 
She
: > had been bored until Hannah suggested she help in the kitchen. Fran 
learned
: > to cook by doing rather than going to school. She worked lumber camps,
: > lodges, and construction camps, large and small. She worked by herself 
and
: > with a staff of ten and she loved it. Hannah had mentioned that the
: > University of Calgary's Palaeontology Department was looking for a cook 
for
: > a dig in the Alberta Badlands and Fran had jumped at the opportunity. 
She
: > didn't know anything about dinosaurs, but she knew how to cook and that 
was
: > what counted.
: >
: > The Passengers climb back aboard, the engine roared, and the bus pulled
: > away. She was alone. She had confirmed with Dr. Ross that someone would 
be
: > at the bus station to pick her up. So, where were they?
: >
: > She hadn't told Dr. Ross she was blind, because she was certain she 
wouldn't
: > have gotten the job. She didn't need the job, most of her previous 
employers
: > would be glad to have her back, but she liked to work new places. She
: > switched jobs every summer for the new scenery and the new people. When 
her
: > new employer learned she was blind, sometimes things became awkward.
: > Generally she enjoyed the discussion which followed. Now, standing here,
: > breathing old diesel fumes and dust, she wasn't so sure.
: >
: > There were only two long distance buses in here a day, one at six in the
: > morning, and the other, ten at night. The later bus was lousy for her 
prior
: > connection, so here she was. She shrugged out of her backpack and pulled 
out
: > her note-taker to double check her e
mail. She reread the note from Dr. 
Ross
: > confirming her day and time of arrival. She didn't start work officially
: > until Sunday, but she always liked to arrive several days early to get
: > familiar with the area. She liked time to set up her tent and relax 
before
: > starting into a summers’worth of work. She was here, where were they?
: >
: > She heard a door open, and turned to see a figure approaching. Ruby 
stood,
: > her tail beating a tattoo on the metal down spout.
: >
: > "You waiting for someone?" a man asked. He was close enough now that 
Fran
: > could see he was tall, wearing what might be jeans and a checked shirt.
: >
: > "Yes. I was supposed to be picked up. I'm going out to the dinosaur 
camp."
: >
: > "Ummm," he grunted. "They know you're comin'?"
: >
: > "Yes." 'Of course they knew she was coming.'
: >
: > "Maybe they slept in," he said.
: >
: > "Maybe."
: >
: > "You want a cup of coffee?"
: >
: > Fran smiled. "I'd just about kill for a cup of coffee. I don't want to 
leave
: > my stuff . . . "
: >
: > "I'll bring you one. What do you take?"
: >
: > "Just cream. Thanks." She fumbled in her pocket for change but he was
: > already gone.
: >
: > Fran ruffled Ruby's ears. "I'll kill them," she muttered. "I'll put 
pepper
: > in the coffee, or salt in the sugar dispensers." But maybe they had a 
flat,
: > or like the man said, slept in. They'd better have a good excuse.
: >
: > She took the mug and sipped the steaming liquid. "This is wonderful," 
she
: > said. It was amazing what coffee could do for you. "What do I owe you?"
: >
: > "Don't worry about it."
: >
: > "Okay, thanks. But, if you should happen to come out to the dig, I'll 
treat
: > you to the best cinnamon buns you ever had."
: >
: > He laughed. "You workin' out there?"
: >
: > "Supposed to be. If my ride ever shows up. I'm the cook. They hired me 
for
: > the season."
: >
: > "You cook?" she knew what he was really asking. 'You're blind and you 
cook?'
: >
: > "I do. I'm a pretty good one too."
: >
: > "Hmmm," he said. She heard the phone ring inside the station. "Got to 
get
: > back to work. Hope they show soon." And with that he was gone.
: >
: > She drank her coffee, savouring every drop. When she was done, she 
wished
: > she had a tongue like Ruby so she could get that last drop which refused 
to
: > roll into her mouth. Finally, she set the cup on the window ledge beside
: > her. Across from her, was a bit of green space. She'd take Ruby over 
there
: > to do her business. Her bags would be safe enough.
: >
: > Seven o'clock and they still hadn't come. Surely they'd have called the
: > station to say they'd be late? Dr. Ross had told her they didn't have 
cell
: > service, but they did have a satellite phone. She used the Voice Over
: > feature on her iPhone to find the contact information for Dr. Ross. She 
sent
: > him an e
mail reminding him that she had arrived and needed to be 
collected.
: > Of course, she had no idea when they checked the mail. Surely they 
couldn't
: > forget anyone as important as the cook? But why not, they'd been cooking 
for
: > themselves since they opened. She wondered if there was a pay phone in 
the
: > station.
: >
: > She dragged her bags inside, then went back for the cup. The station was 
a
: > large, open, dimly lit room to her. She could see a few benches and hear 
the
: > muted buzz and rattle of a pop machine from the shadows.
: >
: > "No one come yet?" he asked from the far corner.
: >
: > "No. Not so far. Where's your washroom? And what do I do with this cup?"
: >
: > "First door on your left. I'll take the cup."
: >
: > The first door on her left proved to be small and less squalid than she
: > expected. It smelled chemical, strong enough to make Ruby sneeze. God it 
was
: > good to use a regular toilet again. She washed her hands and face then
: > brushed her teeth. She brushed her hair and changed her T-shirt to 
something
: > which didn't have food stains on it. Eating on the bus was a challenge. 
She
: > fed and watered Ruby then washed the bowl and stashed it in her pack.
: >
: > "Is there a pay phone I can use to call out there?" she asked the far
: > corner, not certain if he was still in the building.
: >
: > "Only pay phone's across the street at the restaurant. You can use my 
phone
: > if you like. Do you have the number?" Fran read it for him and he 
dialled,
: > then handed her the receiver. She listened as it rang five, ten, fifteen
: > times before she hung up. Where were they? Could they be out at the dig
: > already? What was she going to do all day if they didn't show up?
: >
: > She sat on one of the slatted wooden benches. Ruby stretched out at her
: > feet. Fran waited and fumed. The station master rustled papers, made 
calls,
: > telling customers their packages had arrived. She wished someone would 
tell
: > Ross his package had arrived. She heard keys rattle and things being 
locked
: > up. The station master came over to speak with her.
: >
: > "I'm afraid you're going to have to wait on the platform," he said. "I'm
: > closing up. Place don't open again till six."
: >
: > "Oh hell," she muttered. "I'll kill them!"
: >
: > "No doubt," he agreed. "I've got to get off to my day job. Want me to 
see if
: > I can find someone to take you out that way?"
: >
: > "That would be great,” Fran said. “Thank you for all your help."
: >
: > "Have you got water?" She shook her head. "Better buy yourself a couple
: > bottles. It gets pretty hot here." He pointed to the machine but she
: > couldn't tell what was water. She gave him five dollars and he handed 
her
: > four large bottles of water.
: >
: > "Do I need that much?"
: >
: > "Probably not. Your ride will likely be here soon, but you never know."
: >
: > She hauled her bags out to the shady side of the platform. It was 
already
: > warming up. She and Ruby settled down to wait.
: >
: > Eight o'clock and the little town came alive. Cars moved lazily down the
: > street, people talked and laughed and the heat climbed. Fran was glad to 
be
: > in the shade. She played a couple dozen games of King's Corner on her
: > iPhone. She checked her e
mail, nothing from Dr. Ross, damn it!
: >
: > Nine o'clock, and she was seriously annoyed. She drank some water and 
gave
: > Ruby some. Her shade was shrinking and she was hungry.
: >
: > Ten o'clock and she broke into the emergency stash in her backpack. She
: > always carried food on the bus. Nuts, raisins, sunflower seeds, dried 
fruit
: > and of course chocolate, which wasn't going to last in this heat anyway. 
But
: > her rations needed water, lots of water. The smell of bacon from the
: > restaurant made her mouth water, but she didn't want to leave her bags.
: >
: > Ten thirty and she finished her first bottle of water. She wondered if 
she
: > dared leave her bags to go to the restaurant for a pee. A dark green 
truck,
: > hauling a trailer loaded with a piece of heavy equipment, pulled up 
beside
: > her.
: >
: > "Tom Peters says you're goin' out to that dinosaur camp?" the driver 
called.
: >
: > She walked over to the truck. "I am. Are you the one who was supposed to
: > pick me up four hours ago?" She tried to smile, but she was pissed.
: >
: > "No ma'am. I'm the guy who Tom asked if'n I was going home, would I give 
you
: > a ride out that way. If you want the ride I'm ready to go. If you don't, 
you
: > can sit here and wait till they come."
: >
: > "I'm sorry," Fran said. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm tired of 
waiting
: > for people who don't show up. Yes, I'm going to the camp. I would 
appreciate
: > the ride."
: >
: > He climbed out and swung her bags into the back. "What you got in there,
: > rocks?"
: >
: > "No, just feels like it when you're hauling them around. Camping and 
cooking
: > stuff. I'm a cook." He didn't comment. "Is it far?"
: >
: > "Hour and a half. I can't take you right in though, not with the 
trailer. It
: > won't make the turn. I'll drop you at the turn off. You'll have to walk 
in.
: > It's not far, a mile maybe two."
: >
: > A mile, in this heat? "Can I refill my water?"
: >
: > "Guess you'd better."
: >
: > They walked across to the restaurant. Fran used the bathroom and 
refilled
: > her water bottle. She bought apple juice and doughnuts to share. She was
: > having second thoughts about the ride. She didn't know the man, but he 
did
: > know where she was going. The station master hadn't told her his name, 
but
: > he did offer to try and find her a ride. Was she making a big mistake? 
If
: > her body turned up somewhere, would people remember her leaving with 
this
: > guy? God she was getting morbid. Oh hell! She touched the knife tucked 
in
: > her fanny pack for emergencies. She'd never used it. She never even had 
it
: > out in uncomfortable situations. She wasn't sure if she could, would use 
it,
: > but it was a comfort to have. She climbed into the cab and settled Ruby 
at
: > her feet. He didn't comment just rubbed Ruby's head and put the truck in
: > gear.
: >
: > His name was Mike Davies and he liked old country music. Hank Williams
: > Senior moaned away on the cassette deck the whole trip. Mike talked, 
could
: > he talk. He had a wife and six kids, all boys.
: >
: > "Wanted us a daughter," he said. "But never got one. Wife's put out 
about
: > that but me I don't know. She's past it now, so there's no more comin' 
thank
: > Christ. A girl now, that would have been nice. Boys, they're handy to 
have."
: > He had a small place, beef cattle, but not many. "Land won't support em, 
not
: > in the numbers we need to make money. We make do. I work the roads,
: > construction in the summer, ploughing in the winter. The kids do the 
ranch
: > work." And on and on. But she was grateful, at least it was a ride.
: >
: > The truck slowed, then pulled over. "Turn off's just ahead on your 
right,"
: > Mike said pointing. "Just walk in. Road don't go no where’s else."
: >
: > "What about my bags? I can't carry them that far."
: >
: > "Haul em' up the road a little, cover em' with rocks. No one comes along
: > here cept maybe two, three vehicles a day." That would have to do she
: > supposed.
: >
: > She climbed out of the cab. The sun beat down on her unprotected head 
and
: > reflected back at her from the barren waste of rock in which she stood. 
She
: > didn't see a trace of green. The only sound was the wind and the rumble 
of
: > the truck. The air tasted of dust and she was glad for the weight of her
: > water bottles.
: >
: > Mike got out and grabbed her bags. "I'll carry em'. Sorry I can't take 
you
: > all the way." He walked with her to the turn off then twenty yards up it 
to
: > where a culvert crossed under the road. He put her bags on the far side.
: > "Can't put em' inside," he explained. "Might rain. Water runs pretty 
fast
: > through here at times. You got a tarp to cover em,?"
: >
: > "They're waterproof," Fran said.
: >
: > "Good. People on the highway won't be able to see em' because of the
: > culvert, but your folks comin' from camp will see em' for certain."
: >
: > "Thanks," Fran hitched her backpack higher. With all the water and 
juice, it
: > weighed a ton. "Let me pay you?"
: >
: > "No, it's alright. I had to drive out this way anyhow. Takin' the 
backhoe
: > home for the weekend. Goin' to do some ditchin'. Hope you have a good
: > summer." And he turned, walked back to his truck and drove away.
: >
: > Fran stood in the middle of the rutted gravel road. She listened as the
: > sound of the truck faded into the distance. It was so quiet out here. 
The
: > wind moaned, and pebbles rattled. The heat was oppressive, and she was
: > already covered in alkali dust. She opened one of her water bottles and 
took
: > a drink, then poured some for her dog. Ruby drank half and Fran poured 
the
: > rest back into the bottle. She'd have to remember to open a fresh bottle 
the
: > next time she wanted a drink. She adjusted her pack and started to walk.
: >
: > The road was a gravel track between banks of jumbled brown and grey 
rock.
: > She had left green, growing things behind in town. Her shoes were
: > comfortable, the kind she wore in camp all summer. But they weren't made 
for
: > hiking. A hardened hiker would consider the road to be no more than an 
easy
: > afternoon walk, or would have, if not for the heat. Fran baked under the
: > relentless sun. The sweat on her skin dried almost as soon as it formed.
: > Within moments of setting out Ruby was panting. Fran decided they would 
walk
: > fifteen minutes then stop for a rest. She wasn't made for long term 
hauling
: > in the heat, neither was Ruby with her fur coat.
: >
: > At their first stop Ruby drained her bowl. Fran opened the apple juice 
and
: > drank a half dozen swallows. She was definitely going to give Dr. Ross a
: > piece of her mind, but she had to get there before she could do that. 
Maybe
: > there was a good explanation why they hadn't come for her, maybe. It had
: > better be good. She soaked a kerchief in a little water and pulled it on
: > over her hair, she stuck a baseball cap on over that. It felt good for a 
few
: > moments.
: >
: > Fifteen minutes and they stopped for another break. More water for Ruby, 
and
: > more juice for her. She wondered how far she'd walked, probably not as 
far
: > as she thought. She had read that people walk about three miles an hour. 
She
: > didn't think she was making two, with the road as rough as it was. If 
the
: > camp was only a mile in, her next stop or the one after should be her 
last.
: > If it was two miles, then all bets were off. Was she certain the driver 
had
: > dropped her at the correct turn off? That thought gnawed at her. Was she 
on
: > the right road? Was there a camp ahead?
: >
: > At the next stop she had to sit down, take off her shoes and rub her 
feet.
: > They had begun to blister. She rubbed them gently, wishing she had some
: > cream to put on them. She sat in the meagre shade of a boulder, and 
drank
: > the last of the juice. Ruby drank a quarter of the second bottle of 
water.
: > Two and three quarter bottles left. Fran hoped they got to the camp 
before
: > they ran out of water.
: >
: > At their next stop, Ruby emptied her bowl twice. Fran took a long drink 
from
: > a new bottle. Ruby's bottle was almost empty, but Fran couldn't have her
: > keeling over from heat exhaustion, she was too heavy to carry. Fran took
: > another drink, she'd do Ruby no good if she got sun stroke. Seated in 
the
: > shade resting, she heard a strange sound. It was a buzzing, rumbling,
: > distant sound. For a minute she couldn't figure out what it could be. 
Then
: > she realized that it was a generator. The camp would have a generator. 
She
: > wondered how far the sound of a generator could carry on the wind? At 
least
: > now she had some evidence that the camp was out here. She re
packed the
: > bottles and got to her feet. At least her pack was lighter, thank God 
for
: > small mercies.
: >
: > Ten minutes passed and the generator sound was louder. She wouldn't 
stop.
: > They could push on, another few minutes. Surely it wasn't that far now? 
They
: > could do another ten, if only to get out of the sun.
: >
: > She crossed a bridge over a deep gully. There was a sign, but the 
letters
: > were so faded she couldn't read them. The horizon had become oddly
: > geometrical with triangles and straight lines. She tried to make sense 
of
: > the shapes, then realized she was seeing buildings. They had made it.
: >
: > "Hup up!" she called to Ruby. "Let's go." She wanted to get off the 
road,
: > get inside, out of the sun. She wanted to find Dr. Ross and tell him 
what
: > she thought of him and his disorganization. She smiled at the prospect.
: >
: > Ruby whimpered. Fran ignored her, and hurried forward. She went 
sprawling
: > over something lying in the middle of the road. She swore and pushed 
herself
: > to a sitting position.
: >
: > "Ruby!" she snapped, then hesitated. It wasn't Ruby's fault. She hadn't 
been
: > paying attention to her dog. She was too damn fixated on giving Ross a 
piece
: > of her mind. What the heck had she fallen over? And God she hoped no one 
was
: > watching.
: >
: > She reached out and touched the obstruction. "Oh sweet Jesus," she 
whispered
: > as her hand touched skin. It was a body, a naked body so far as she 
could
: > tell. The smell was awful, the sickly sweet stench of dried vomit, and 
worse
: > the throat clogging sour reek of diarrhoea. God, she'd fallen on it! She
: > scrambled away on hands and knees. She ran frantic hands over her front 
but
: > she seemed to be clean.
: >
: > She dropped her backpack and fanny pack. Whatever was wrong here she 
didn't
: > want any of that stink on her things.
: >
: > "Ruby," she called. Ruby whined and nudged her gently with her nose. 
Fran
: > hugged her friend. "Good girl," she murmured. "You're a good, good girl.
: > Your owner's an idiot, but you knew that. Now, just lie down a minute 
while
: > I figure out what's happened here."
: >
: > She went back to the body. She didn't want to touch it, but she needed 
to
: > know if it was alive. She touched it. Bare legs, hips and buttocks 
covered
: > in filthy cotton shorts. Just the touch of them had her scrubbing her
: > fingertips raw in the dust. Naked from the waist up, the skin of legs 
and
: > back was sunburnt and blistered. A bearded face, a man, a nearly naked 
man
: > lying in the middle of the road. Where was everyone? When she was hired, 
she
: > was told she'd be cooking for a group of a dozen, so where were they? 
Why
: > had they left him out here?
: >
: > She touched his neck to feel for a pulse. "Thank you," she whispered as
: > blood moved beneath her fingertips. She couldn't smell alcohol or the 
fruity
: > scent of diabetes over the other odours on him. What was wrong with him? 
Was
: > it contagious? Nearly naked suggested that he had been in bed when 
whatever
: > it was hit him. Why was he out here? Had he been trying to get to the
: > outhouse, or was he trying to go for help. Had he been lying out here in 
the
: > sun all morning? She pinched the skin on the back of his hand into a 
fold
: > and waited for it to collapse, but it remained upright for much too 
long.
: > Dehydration, and it was bad. He'd need more help than she could offer, 
and
: > soon.
: >
: > She shook him and he groaned. He's got to have water. She grabbed a 
bottle
: > from her pack and poured water into her thermos cup. She eased him onto 
his
: > side, resting his head on her thigh. She trickled water into his mouth. 
She
: > felt him swallow, once, twice, three times. He lay still for a minute, 
then
: > gagged and threw up all over her.
: >
: > "Son of a bitch," Fran muttered as hot puke soaked into her jeans. "I 
should
: > have known that was going to happen." She moved the cup and bottle away 
and
: > held his head as he continued to throw up. Finally he lay coughing and
: > sputtering weakly.
: >
: > "I'm going to give you some more water," she said. "I don't want you to
: > swallow it. Just hold it in your mouth for a bit." She held the cup to 
his
: > lips and he took a mouthful. "You're badly dehydrated," she said. "I 
need
: > you to talk to me, to tell me what happened here. Let that water soak 
into
: > the tissues in your mouth. If you swallow it you'll throw up again." He
: > swallowed and in moments he was christening the other leg.
: >
: > "My kids," he gasped, his words so garbled she could hardly understand 
him.
: > "Help my kids."
: >
: > "Oh my God,” she whispered. Kids, dehydration killed little kids. "How 
many
: > kids?" she demanded. "Where are they?" She shook him sharply when he 
didn't
: > answer and that brought on another bout of vomiting.
: >
: >
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