Kelsey Ellis

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A great tenderness for her mother came into Francie’s heart. “I won’t ever go away from you, Mama,” she said. “That’s my good girl.” Katie pressed her shoulder. “Maybe,” thought Francie, “she doesn’t love me as much as she loves Neeley. But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.”
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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