Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls. The larger problem at hand was drugging her foster sister, Shari, into a deep sleep. Mr. Anna leaned back with half closed eyes. My only love is for my poor lost son. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. He never retires to rest till daybreak—if at all. “But your sister,” he said. The others hurried to the window. At the back of her mind, Melusine noted an odd look in the boy’s face, but there was no time to explore it. He's an interpretative genius, if there ever was one.
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