Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. She was definitely following him. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. She found him reclined, watching television in a small guest room hidden in a back wing of the massive house.
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