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or destroying the wrong library, or finding all the other wrong answers to the wrong ques­tions I was asking. She was right, S. Theodora Markson. There was no one to take care of me. I was hungry. I shut the door of the car and looked her in the eye.

“Those weren’t my parents,” I said, and off we went.