Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. His voice now had lost its ironies. “Hello, Gwen!” said Ann Veronica, trying to put every one at their ease. It was an impulse. I know how bad it feels. And now she comprehended that the man (she had never known him by any name) knew she had surprised the look and had not resented it. John sat pensively in the back of his best friend's mother's minivan, piloted by his best friend Mark.
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