Only when Sonya sat down opposite me with a cup did she focus her eyes on me and be able to see. And there was something to look at - a bandage around the neck, a bandaged arm. Squinting her large, wide-set eyes, she leaned back in her chair and pointed at my "decorations":

- What's that? Where did you get it? - I just sighed, it's hard to hide something from Sonya. All these years I tried to keep quiet about life at home, but everything that happened in my life in Laramie, she pulled out with pincers. Now Sonia set out to find out about Lovell, too.

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