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"I've had a thought," I said, as I pulled a dress off the dummy.
"How many does that make this morning?" she enquired wittily.
"About three." I admitted quietly, "What if this all started because the Duchy wanted to get in touch with you, and started to research all the foster homes etc that you'd been in. Then they sent someone to tell you, and ever since because they sent a problem family - they've been feathering their nests, speading like crazy and giving out any wills etc between themselves.
and to make it more credible they've been mind reading for clues and putting it out on the radio to try and make it seem as if they were you. Whilst piling on the pressure so that eventually you're either railroaded out with their crimes over your head, or just pushed away. Not to say the least it fits... Some of the dirt they've tried to pile onto you is horrible."

She was silent. It did fit.

"I'd feel silly approaching the Duchy of Ancashire(l) without knowing for sure," she replied pinning a pair of trousers to fit around waist of the Dummy. "I mean it might all be wrong."
"They ought to have written to you..."
"Perhaps they did. I'd feel better if they knew for sure that I had any claim at all... So far nothing has ever come my way. Which seems to suggest that it's all gone to the wrong people. And people look good when they have money to spend."
"Not always," I said comfortingly, "I agree it's much nicer to be asked."
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"were you okay last night?"
"No, I had to sleep elsewhere. I was targetted again. & then at 3 or 4 am, loud heavy footsteps upstairs. I got up for a cuppa."
"Hard work being safe..."