Lucy dug out an old light gray cotton miniskirt that had shrunk on Shari in the wash. Her situation was perplexing her very much, and the Widgett atmosphere was lax and sympathetic, and provocative of discussion. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. I am. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously.
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