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around this house, in case Myra left them here? I promise to keep out of your way." |
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Grace let out a snort. "You see how riled she gets just from a little visit. I don't remember seeing those journals for years. Having someone around tearing things apart, making noise . . . I don't think it's" |
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"Abby will be quiet, and she won't be any trouble," Mike said. His words were placating, but his forceful tone allowed no contradiction. |
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Abby glanced at him in gratitude. |
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"And she won't come till it's convenient," he continued. "Tomorrow or the next day. You can schedule the time." |
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"That'll be wonderful!" Abby said. "Thank you so much, Grace. And most especially, thank you, Jess. Just imagine how interesting it'll be to read about the past in those journals." |
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"But I don't like old things," Jess said petulantly. |
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As they drove off, Mike practically tasted Abby's excitement. She seemed almost to bounce in the seat beside him, even though she dutifully wore her seat belt, as he'd taught her. |
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She kept glancing at him, her beautiful dark eyes sparkling, but at first she said not a word, as though expecting him to comment. |
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But he had nothing to say. |
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Except in his own mind. He kept recalling their wonderful lovemaking last night, her inexperienced eagerness, her utter sweetness. And her |
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