Looked up to helen.[1]Young and an orphan.[2]Was good eyes[3][3]good memory.[4]
Like playing with Helen.[5]
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- ↑ I started to fill Lillian in on particulars. Rules, expectations, groups, with Daisy nodding along and enjoying being able to offer her own input, while being very miffed at Lillian being there at the same time. - Excerpt from Lamb to the Slaughter 6.1
- ↑ “Hi,” Lillian said, as the blonde girl Daisy approached. She was seven or eight, if I had to guess. Not that anyone had ever known or cared about Daisy’s birthday, to keep track. - Excerpt from Lamb to the Slaughter 6.1
- ↑ 3.0 3.1 “Do you have descriptions?” Jamie asked.
“Tom does, but he’s at the Hedge. Daisy was one of the ones who kept a lookout. She’s seen ’em from a distance. You could ask her.” - Excerpt from Lamb to the Slaughter 6.2 - ↑ Jamie was in the kitchen with Daisy, grilling her while he sketched. She wasn’t making him pay for the information, which was a little out of sync with the lessons I’d taught her. I’d used her on a previous job, way back in the day, because she’d been small enough to go unnoticed. She’d proven good at listening to the drone of gossip here and there, picking out the important details from the noise, and I’d had her hone those talents. Whatever she wound up doing, and the shims weren’t a part of Radham that brimmed with opportunity, knowing what was going on and what information other people might be willing to pay for was a skill she could carry with her. - Excerpt from Lamb to the Slaughter 6.2
- ↑ - Excerpt from In Sheep’s Clothing 10.2