She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. 277 “I was beginning to think that I would never see you again, Lucy. ’ You used to declare that you hated the name. Wood, "and I'll take care of Thames. 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. “Then you need to find someone else. Lucy heard a stir, but if Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it could only mean two murders tonight.
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