She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway and many minutes after his car was gone. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. But "fine" is the word.
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