Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead. After the usual laconic greetings, he drew him on one side. He embraced her fully. Unless we can get some optimism into him, he'll probably start this all over again when he gets on his feet. ‘Parbleu, the bullet is still inside you,’ Melusine guessed, remembering how the Mother Abbess had diagnosed Leonardo’s suffering when he had first come to the convent.
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