62 <8> A FIRST DATE WITH JOHN DIEDERMAYER The weekend began for her with that luxury of all luxuries, sleep. "To make your mind perfectly easy on the score of Mrs. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. There was no point in rushing into the long walk home. But what are you doing here?” “Old Père Runeval met me on your doorstep, and he would not let me go. But before he could say anything, the vehicle rolled to a halt. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. ’ Martha frowned. "What for?" demanded Wood.
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