Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. Crocodile Tears. I don’t want you to talk to me now. Loans will just ruin my life because I need so many of them. The summons was instantly answered by a shop-boy. She hated tricking Shari, whose joy for life was the only thing that made her naive enough to fall for laced iced tea or hot cocoa, depending on the season. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva,'—that's your mother's name, Thames. They had changed identities absolutely.
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