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CHAPTER ELEVEN

She watched as her uncle bite into a big slice, the juice from the fruit running down his beard.

His beard and whiskers were well trimmed, running straight on both sides of his face. Ignoring the liquid on his face, he asked between bites. ‘Where is, ya brother?’

He is still asleep, uncle.’ Suzie replied.

Uncle Tomas then glanced at Pa who was still leaning on the window sill facing outdoors, and addressed him.

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