She knew this day was supposed to be for fathers. She also knew that hers was gone from her. She had always maintained a good relationship with her father he had been a good man and had been respected among the other men in the village. Her mothers necklace had been his wedding gift to her on the day the wed. It was the only thing she had of his and now it was lost to the city of San Francisco. She rolled over on the bed she had taken over since her arrival and stayed in the darkness with the door closed.
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