Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. There was a sharp knocking at the outside door. She would never return to her father; that resolution was final. The children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. Michelle looked at their reflections in the wall mirror.
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