stare. “You don’t want to go?” “No. Did you warn Frith?’ ‘Yes. . She asked no further questions for the moment. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. Manning,” she began.
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