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    <title>Lingard182</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 18</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Blood, Blake</keywords>
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&quot;I hope it won’t be just the same. She&#039;sMy mother&#039;s had too much work and not
enough living.&quot;

&quot;Well, there’s one thing for sure,” said Sadie, &quot; I’m not going to
end up like my mother!”

Kevin laughed. ”1 think you&#039;re safe on that one.”

&quot;She&#039;s found me a job. You&#039;ll never guess?” Sadie rolled hers
eyes. &quot;Working at the cash desk at the local butcher&#039;s. Can you
imagine me sitting cooped up in one of those wee boxes all day taking the
money for lumps of meat?”

&quot;What are you going to do about it?x”

&quot;I&#039;ve done it. I went along for an interview and I told the h
butcher that the sight of blood always made me vomit. He said that
under the circumstances it might not be wise then for me to take
the job. I said that unfortuxax^xiynately I was forced to agree.”

Kevin ruffled her hair. &quot;It takes a lot to put you down, doesn&#039;t
it, Sadie Jackson?”

&quot;That&#039;s what my mother says too!”

They were laughing when Mr Blake came into the kitchen with Jack.
They had been for a walk and they were both thirsty. Sadie got up
to put the kettle on and Kevin filled the dog&#039;s dish with fresh
water.

&quot;It&#039;s nice to hear the two of you laughing,” said Mr Blake, hanging
up the lead on the back of the door. &quot;Whatever happens we musn&#039;t
forget how to laugh.”

When they had finished supper, Sadie set off home, and the ten
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