The smell of kerosene permeates the tiny, corrugated-iron shack at the end of a dirt road in Kent. A kettle steams on the little black stove. Amid such bleak surroundings, a scrawny, brown-eyed girl of 20 named Bridget Poole and a bedridden old woman smile and laugh together. "People think it's strange," says Elizabeth ("Queen") Allen, 83. "Such a young girl living with an old lady like me. But it seems perfect ly natural to us two. I think that's be cause love is there."
Because love is there, Queen Allen is also...
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