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The
Angel
shook
her
head
.
“
That
ain
’
t
fair
,
Angel
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
You
made
me
tell
you
when
it
was
like
tearing
the
heart
raw
from
me
breast
.
And
you
was
for
making
everything
heaven
—
just
heaven
and
nothing
else
for
me
.
If
I
’
m
so
much
more
now
than
I
was
an
hour
ago
,
maybe
I
can
be
thinking
of
some
way
to
fix
things
.
You
will
be
telling
me
?
”
he
coaxed
,
moving
his
cheek
against
her
hair
.
The
Angel
’
s
head
moved
in
negation
.
Freckles
did
a
moment
of
intent
thinking
.
“
Maybe
I
can
be
guessing
,
”
he
whispered
.
“
Will
you
be
giving
me
three
chances
?
”
There
was
the
faintest
possible
assent
.
“
You
didn
’
t
want
me
to
be
knowing
me
name
,
”
guessed
Freckles
.
The
Angel
’
s
head
sprang
from
the
pillow
and
her
tear
-
stained
face
flamed
with
outraged
indignation
.
“
Why
,
I
did
too
!
”
she
cried
angrily
.
“
One
gone
,
”
said
Freckles
calmly
.
“
You
didn
’
t
want
me
to
have
relatives
,
a
home
,
and
money
.
”
