A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow
satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. No amount of scrubbing could
remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had
stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk
with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around
a very large oak tree. ’
‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’
‘Yes, yes. She counted three on the way to the train and four
more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken
him to bed with not so much as a word. “Okay, I guess. “Mr. Spurlock was by nature orderly, despite his literary activities. I love you calling me Gérard and
idiot, and I love you when you threaten me with every weapon under the sun,
and—’
‘Pah!’ interrupted Melusine, scorn in her voice. "I have
nothing to forgive.
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