” To which the only possible reply seemed to be, “I’m not coming home. ” “I didn’t understand—your idea of making love. “My chief,” he said, “took it into his head to have an impromptu dinner party. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. Pause. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle.
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