She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. “John, that is what you say now. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife.
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