The door of cabin 2 was open. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. ToC Mrs. ” Sydney Courtlaw followed his timid knock.
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