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Chapter 17

           IfI’dbeenyourwife,I’dhavetoldyoutogopeeuparope,butI’llbetsheneverdid,didshe?"

           Hislipsquivered."No,poorAnnelise.Shewasthemartyrkind,soherweaponswerenotnearlysodirectorsodeliciouslyexpressed.IwishtheymadeAustralianfilms,soIknewyourvernacular.The‘Yes,dear’bitIgot,butIhavenoideawhathardcheeseis."

           "Toughluck,sortof,butit’smoreunsympathetic."Herbroadtoesclunglikestrongfingerstotheinsideofthefountainwall,sheteeteredprecariouslybackwardandrightedherselfeasily."Well,youwerekindtoherintheend.Yougotridofher.She’sfarbetteroffwithoutyou,thoughsheprobablydoesn’tthinkso.WhereasIcankeepyou,becauseI’llneverletyougetundermyskin."

           "Hard-boiled.Youreallyare,Justine.Andhowdidyoufindoutthesethingsaboutme?"

           "IaskedDane.Naturally,beingDanehejustgavemethebarefacts,butIdeducedtherest."

           "Fromyourenormousstoreofpastexperience,nodoubt.Whatafraudyouare!Theysayyou’reaverygoodactress,butIfindthatincredible.Howdoyoumanagetocounterfeitemotionsyoucanneverhaveexperienced?Asapersonyou’remoreemotionallybackwardthanmostfifteen-year-olds."

           Shejumpeddown,satonthewallandleanedtoputhershoeson,wrigglinghertoesruefully."Myfeetareswollen,dammit."Therewasnoindicationbyareactionofrageorindignationthatshehadevenheardthelastpartofwhathesaid

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