go. They traveled to distant places, had an apartment in Constantinople and a villa in Paris. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. “Dear husband,” she murmured. Are these folks your current foster parents?” “Yes. Ruth loved him. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. It was necessary to think, and think quickly. ‘I see that Leonardo was right. I want you to be my lover.
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