She painted on the Root Beer Lip Smackers lip gloss that Shari had bought her last Christmas and rouged her cheeks as she had long ago as she once had for Sebastian. “I don’t care a rap for remembering. She held out her hand frankly. Remember that. I guess. Gerald’s temper flared. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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