” She looked down at the flowers, still in shock, and gently laid them over her arm like a Miss America candidate practicing a crowning ceremony at a pajama party. CHAPTER XXIII. Her birthday was four months away, and that, at its extremist point, might give her another five pounds. “I like you very much John. Perhaps she did love research for its own sake, she was certainly gifted enough. Why? Because Howard Spurlock the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because there were still some dregs in this cup of irony. I slaved over it, contacted half a dozen genealogy groups and came up with zilch. I don’t know what has come over me.
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