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The words sent a pang through Tracy. "One mother is enough. You don't need two."
At breakfast one morning,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Amy said,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], "I love you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Tracy. Will you be my mother?"
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After Amy's afternoon nap,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the two of them would take long walks,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and Tracy saw to it that they covered areas of the prison grounds she had not seen before. She carefully observed every exit and entrance and how the guard towers were manned and noted when the shifts changed. It became obvious to her that none of the escape plans she had discussed with Ernestine would work.
"Can I sit on your lap?"
Amy was looking at her with hurt eyes. "I'm not hungry anymore."
As Tracy started to read, she felt Amy's soft little hand on hers.
"You're not Sally Ann," Tracy said curtly. "Finish your breakfast."
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"No." Get your affection from your own family,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Tracy thought. You don't belong to me. Nothing belongs to me.
"Yes, I do. My friend Sally Ann's father got married again, and Sally Ann has two mothers."
"Has anyone ever tried to escape by hiding in one of the service trucks that deliver things to the prison? I've seen milk trucks and food---"
"Forget it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]," Ernestine said flatly. "Every vehicle comin' in and goin' out of the gate is searched."