The Vorsack house bore the stamp of Diane in every visible spot. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command. 47, straightening her hat and waiting for her luggage to appear. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set.
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