“I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. One would think I had agreed to her going. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. Her heartbeat quickened.
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