The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. “Hello!” said Ann Veronica, with arms akimbo and a careless, breathless manner. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. And that’s why I’m at your service. Too late. Her moods were many and always striking. Wood.
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