” He said. Ten thousand islands, and each one good for a night's rest. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. Lucy slipped upstairs silently. A crisis had been reached, and she was almost glad it had been reached.
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