My name is Annabel, not Anna. He returned to the car, Cokes in hand. He had saluted her with elaborate civility, his eyes distended with indecipherable meanings. He was asleep when Jonathan entered, and growled at being disturbed. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. ” The suitcase loomed in her memory, making its presence felt once again.
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