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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
