” It was, Ann Veronica felt, at once absurd and extraordinarily right. My wife—killed me. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. Gossip was the driving force in Sheila’s existence. “My hand! This isn’t the place. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Brendon always comes home with me, and tonight both are away.
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