Gerald’s temper flared. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. Brendon,” Anna said. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards.
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