Be very still now, Ki. Instead Ithanked her, assured her again of my discretion, and hung up. As we walked down the he assured me (for thedozenth time, at least) that his wife was a fan of my work, Behind me, Sara wassinging the bridge to her Manderley song--mama likes it nasty, mamalikes it strong, mama likes to party all night long--but it was fading.
I was both touched and terrified. We had to hurry because the old-timers were coming. Thank God I was obeying it that day, otherwise I might havekilled her. ver her face and hugged her and said she'd been a little idiot but it was al over now and was there anything to eat in the icebox.
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