'Therefore, I'm not interested in marriage. [240] 'Right again,' said Homer Wells. She had her father's dark skin and dark brown eyes, and her father's height. Why doesn't he use his good hand? Homer Wells wondered.
He picked up the spotless tray and carried it into the hall, like a proud waiter carrying a special dish to a favorite guest. 'This is important,' he told her. We all love her. I _tried_ being adopted, but it just wasn't for me.
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