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"
I
got
caned
,
Daddy
,
"
she
confessed
.
"
Well
,
knowing
Sister
Agatha
,
it
wo
n't
be
the
last
time
,
"
he
laughed
,
perching
her
on
his
shoulder
.
"
We
'd
better
see
if
Mum
's
got
any
hot
water
in
the
copper
to
give
you
a
bath
.
You
smell
worse
than
Jarman
's
dairy
.
"
Frank
went
to
the
doorway
and
watched
the
two
fiery
heads
bobbing
up
the
path
,
then
turned
to
find
the
bay
mare
's
gentle
eyes
fixed
on
him
.
"
Come
on
,
you
big
old
bitch
.
I
'll
ride
you
home
,
"
he
told
it
,
scooping
up
a
halter
.
*
*
*
Meggie
's
vomiting
turned
out
to
be
a
blessing
in
disguise
.
Sister
Agatha
still
caned
her
regularly
,
but
always
from
far
enough
away
to
escape
the
consequences
,
which
lessened
the
strength
of
her
arm
and
quite
spoiled
her
aim
.
The
dark
child
who
sat
next
to
her
was
the
youngest
daughter
of
the
Italian
man
who
owned
and
operated
Wahine
's
bright
blue
café
.
Her
name
was
Teresa
Annunzio
,
and
she
was
just
dull
enough
to
escape
Sister
Agatha
's
attention
without
being
so
dull
that
it
turned
her
into
Sister
Agatha
's
butt
.
When
her
teeth
grew
in
she
was
quite
strikingly
beautiful
,
and
Meggie
adored
her
.
During
lesson
breaks
in
the
playground
they
walked
with
arms
looped
around
each
other
's
waists
,
which
was
the
sign
that
you
were
"
best
friends
"
and
not
available
for
courting
by
anyone
else
.
And
they
talked
,
talked
,
talked
.
One
lunchtime
Teresa
took
her
into
the
café
to
meet
her
mother
and
father
and
grown-up
brothers
and
sisters
.
They
were
as
charmed
with
her
golden
fire
as
Meggie
was
with
their
darkness
,
likening
her
to
an
angel
when
she
turned
her
wide
,
beautifully
flecked
grey
eyes
upon
them
.
From
her
mother
she
had
inherited
an
indefinable
air
of
breeding
which
everyone
felt
immediately
;
so
did
the
Annunzio
family
.
As
eager
as
Teresa
to
woo
her
,
they
gave
her
big
fat
potato
chips
fried
in
sizzling
cauldrons
of
lamb
dripping
,
and
a
piece
of
boned
fish
which
tasted
delicious
,
dipped
as
it
was
in
floury
batter
and
fried
in
the
smoking
well
of
liquid
fat
along
with
the
chips
,
only
in
a
separate
wire
basket
.
Meggie
had
never
eaten
food
so
delicious
,
and
wished
she
could
lunch
at
the
café
more
often
.
But
this
had
been
a
treat
,
requiring
special
permission
from
her
mother
and
the
nuns
.
