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AN AFFAIR TO FORGET, 1965
“What was your real Mom like?” Michelle asked when
they were walking to school the next day. It
was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed
warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders,
and waited with an appearance of affection. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke
off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. If you'd read your husband's dying
speech, you'd know that he laid his death at Jonathan's door,—and with reason
too, as I can testify. Lucy went downstairs to prepare the hot cocoa that
would be the last hot drink of the season, ruefully spiking
the liquid with Nytol, just one tablet dissolved in a little
warm water. “Hold on, she’s right here. While he was
meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an
old broken and rusty fork.
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