The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. She told the porter to take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room. They parked a block away from Michelle’s house in the opposite direction of where the Beck’s lived. They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. “So, how’d it go?” Lucy sighed.
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