She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. I ought never to have thought of it. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. His name was Peter. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation.
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