I was expecting the big gates of the prison to swing open, but they didn't. Instead on the dot of eight, the little Judas door opened, and she walked out carrying a little parcel under her arm. "Mrs. Greene?" she looked at me briefly but carried on walking, so I tried again. "Mum?" She stopped and slowly turned round. "I'm no one's mother," she looked at me defiantly, daring me to
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