I'm adopted. There--I've said it. Happy now?

What happens when a 40-year-old American woman faced with a family crisis is forced to face her greatest shame--her adoptedness?

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“The bastard, like the prostitute, thief, and beggar, belongs to that motley crew of  disreputable social types which society has generally resented, always endured. He is a living symbol of social irregularity,  an undeniable evidence of contramoral forces..."

- Kingsley Davis, The American Journal of Sociology, 1939