Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. His number was unlisted and unpublished. Michelle was in sight, Lucy could hear her voice, high in the crowd, and saw her blond head bobbing among a sea of faces.
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