Sanguine they were not. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. He turned. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around. ‘Exactly like my father. “Is Larry already in bed?” Cathy nodded yes. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips.
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