Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. I figured it would hurt your feelings if you knew I still talked to him, so I kept my mouth shut. ‘Give me an opportunity to open my mouth, and I will. I think that I have become a drug drinker. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. Even if he were an old friend, you couldn't afford to do it. “He is Annabel’s husband,” she reminded him. “I should make sure that he doesn’t try to drive himself home.
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