But she was disturbed, mysteriously disturbed. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. ‘She means thanks to you, General,’ Gerald translated automatically, forgetful of his old commander’s fiery temper. \"Ever thought about letting me do something with your hair?\" Not needing an answer, Shari got up and whipped out a vented brush from an overstuffed drawer. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked.
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