“I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel’s future. All the precious paintings and statues of the divine family were here, as was the enormous wooden crucifix set above the altar. Not a moment is to be lost. ” “Annabel knew where I lived,” Anna continued slowly. Visiting? Dressed for it, certainly. “Call me Cathy, John. You are—horrible.
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