Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. Let us be friends—as near and close as friends can be. ’ ‘Now why didn’t I make that connection?’ Gerald asked of the air in a tone of regret. She would become defensive—what she did would be the thing that mattered. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. ‘But I don’t trust you an inch. “Mrs.
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