“Can Lucy and I go out for a walk?” Michelle interrupted the violin conversation petulantly. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals. She spotted her opportunity. ” “You haven’t answered my question.
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