‘Certainly I am not a nun. His eyes were bright, and his voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. She spied him sitting on his armless black couch, his feet splayed as he stared at his television blankly. "You are angry?" "Very.
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