‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. He drove her to the Beck house, pulling up behind Cathy's red Nissan. ‘Merci, dieu. No man knew whence she had come nor why. He took some Oreos from the bottomless supply that stocked the cookie jar. I should have known at a glance if it was. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes.
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