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“Oh, my girl, yer getting too thin.”
Ellen dropped her gaze. She’d hardly eaten in weeks. She went through the motions when her hunger threatened to overwhelm her, but without Mam . . .
“And what about Mary? I ain’t seen her once.” Mrs. Flanagan snorted and glanced toward the door. “You’ll excuse me for saying so, Ellen, but she’s not a good Catholic girl, not a good Catholic girl at all. She should’ve been here taking care of your mam, not leaving it all to a slip of a girl like you. What age are you now? Twelve, thirteen?”
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