There’s always friction, conflict, unwilling concessions. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. She was wholly unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence. “I thought you weren’t getting along so well with your mother these days. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. Adieu! my charmer.
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