She finished the olive and looked up. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. When he begins to notice things, I want you to trap his interest, to amuse him, keep his thoughts from reverting to his misfortunes. “John?” He turned around in the recliner. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes.
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