His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh. I am very, very sorry, but you must listen to me. His name is John. ” He said as Cathy took his coat and alternately handed him back his bouquet of red roses. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around.
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