'I don't think Mummy's very well.'
Smart kid, that. I've seen healthier people than Mummy laid out on a slab, often because of Mummy. I picked her up. She was light as a feather, all skin and bone, too young to have done anything yet. Maybe with re-education she never would.
She turned her face into my shoulder like any other kid and I thanked the department for my regulation leather coat with its high collar. Maybe I could find her teddy bear before we torched the place.
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