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Caroline Royland saw her brother, Al, almost as soon as she got off the bus.
“Well, hi, Sis,” he said, picking up her bag, “what’s this visit about?”
“Tell you later,” Caroline said as she tried to steer her way through the crowds. She didn’t like cities. She’d been brought up in a small town and that was good enough for her. Al, on the other hand had fled to the city as soon as he was graduated from school, four years ago, when she was just fourteen. She’d only seen him once in that time. He hadn’t changed outwardly, but there was a certain new arrogance to him, she thought. Perhaps that was what Mom and Dad had been on about.
“Well, what the fuck is it?” he asked as he finally got her into the passenger seat of his beat-up old car and steered out of the parking lot.
“Don’t be crude,” Caroline said and crossed her legs primly, “Dad said you were getting pretty rough out here.”
“Oh, fuck that,” Al said. “Come on, you’re old enough, you must have had it, been out, that sort of thing.”
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