She threw him his car keys. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back.
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