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Svetlana and I managed to give Vera a decent haircut after supper. Dmitry liked it so much that he wanted us to cut his own hair. It was still long enough to tie up in a ponytail, but he looked much better after we’d cleaned up his mane. Sveta then wanted her sister and I to dye her hair but I didn’t have enough time before Mercedes came back to pick me up just before seven o’clock. Dmitry and the twins stood in the doorway of the trailer and waved at me as Mercedes pulled out of the driveway and sped off towards the interstate.
“Are you going to run for the hills when I drop you off home Alyson?” Mercedes asked me in a monotone, emotionless voice.
“No,” I replied confidently, “I like the twins and Dmitry very much.”
A crooked grin appeared on the side of her face but she d
