This was not a Uruguayo, Mother realised, the moment she stepped into her sister’s kitchen and noticed someone new sitting at the dining table. She could notice it without even hearing the person speak. The facial features were mousy and crunched together, the blond hair of this woman was almost pale, and she was taller, skinnier than a local. Even the …
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