She might even forgive him. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. You need only answer me truthfully and you have nothing to fear. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. “I promise, Lucy. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. ’ Gerald moved to the long sofa, dusted it with elaborate care with one of its cushions, and with a gesture invited her to sit down.
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