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Especially in the way Gladdy had turned out.

Growing up without a mother from the time she was three -- it wasn't a good thing for a child, even knowing the kind of mother Alice had been.

But I mustn't start on Alice.

She is a closed book, a picture I keep on my bureau, but never look at.

If she'd kept on as she'd been going, the story I'd told Gladdy would probably have been true by now, anyhow