Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain: “A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear; A man scores always, everywhere. Wild horses wouldn’t drag it out of me, even I knew anything, which I don’t. She made up her mind in the train home that it should be a decisive crisis. Or, if you were about to embark upon a nautical career, here was all the information required. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. Ann Veronica’s universe, which had never been altogether so respectful to her as she could have wished, gave a shout and whirled head over heels.
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