She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. She shivered, more due to his presence than the changing weather. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. Good words, without deeds, are rushes and reeds. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying.
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