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"Come along now," she said. "We're going
home to celebrate."
When I saw the grim look on Sanford's face and
remembered the crazy light that had come into
Mrs. Delorice's eyes, I wondered just what had I
gotten myself into.
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Despite the years I had lived at the orphanag
there wasn't anyone I was sorry to leave behin
My good-byes were quick. Those who had ma<
fun of me for so long just stared with envy. :N
one had much to say. Only Margaret came up l
me as I was getting my things together and will
pered, "What kind of a mother is a mother in
wheelchair?"
"One who wants to love me," I replied and Ie
her gnawing on the inside other cheek.
Celine was already in the car, waiting. Sanfoi
helped me with my things and then opened the cs
door for me as if he were my chauffeur. They ha
a very expensive-looking black car with leathi
seats that felt as soft as marshmallows. I thougl
the car was as big as a limousine. It had the seel
of fresh roses, 'i
"Look at her, Sanford," Celine said. "She's m
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the least bit sorry to be leaving that place. Are
you, dear?"
"No..." The following word seemed hard to
form, so alien. My tongue tripped over itself.
"Mother."
"Did you hear her, Sanford? Did you hear what
she called me?"
"I did, honey." He looked back at me and
smiled for the first time since I'd met him. "Welcome
to our family, Janet."
"Thank you," I said, but I knew I had spoken
too softly for either of them to hear.
"We had a nice conversation in the garden
while you were crossing T's and dotting I's, Sanford."

"Oh?"
"Janet told me she loves to dance," Celine said.
"Really?" Sanford sounded surprised.
I had said I liked dancing, but I hadn't done
enough dancing to say I loved it, especially the
sort of dancing she meant. She turned to face me.
"I was younger than you when I started tram-
ing, Janet. My mother was very supportive, maybe