It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes. ‘What in God’s name is going on?’ Glancing swiftly towards the doorway, Gerald saw his friend’s disbelieving face and burst out, speaking over the top of Melusine as she made another grab for the little square of linen. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. Teas he contributed to the commissariat of Ann Veronica’s campaign—quite a number of teas.
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