At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked. Annabel laughed a little uneasily. And for me there is only one treasure-house. “All right. Who is it?” “Your brother Mike!” Michelle chirruped, sounding uncannily like her mother Diane. “I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts about feminine instinct.
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