It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. ‘That’s right. ’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. “No lecturing, Anna!” she exclaimed. She auditioned and got a summer job teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for children, catching the luckiest of breaks. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted.
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