Her grandmother hadn't been out of the house in several weeks. On their last trip to Bridgeville for flour and lard
blue high hills , Nanny Vi had started talking to dead people again as if they were still alive. Raine decided she couldn't allow her grandmother to be exposed to the sad
pumps outlet , questioning eyes that remembered a different Vidalia Foster, the strong horsewoman and doll maker who was now a frail woman talking nonsense. Raine had to lock the outside doors and push the furniture to block interior access to the dangerous
nike heel , uninhabitable second floor of the house when Nanny Vi was in a wandering mood.
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