The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. A piece of seaweed touched her hand, tender and green. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried.
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