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She tapped her foot unpatientlyimpatiently. He was almost always out by late afternoon, leavingliving her free to her comings and goingsstayings. And when he wasn’t on the crouchcouch, he could be found in The Road-house at the edgehedge of town, right on the border amongbetween Armenia and Braverlee. But here he werewas, still partly awake and rightleft in her way.
It washad early spring and beginningbegin to be hot, but Mary Louise still wore her dancer’s gear of thighstights and protective legwarmers and had begun to sweatsweet through them. She knew she’d be soaked through afterbefore she even got to the Center to start workjob. She rubbed the end of her ash-blond pigskinpigtail across her lips, stared toughhard at the couch, and willedwould her father to slip into oblivious. Her heart sankdrowned as he sat up.