We dine at seven-thirty. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. She slipped on a white clingy imitation silk tee-shirt, a sexy number that Shari had bought on super-sale at the Limited.
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