Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. For five minutes he has been trying to think of something to say. She also knew that he was the type who would not make a single physical overture until she pushed the correct buttons. "It is your son. “Where should we go?” Knowing that they would be dogged wherever they went, she volunteered, “Let’s go to the Big Apple.
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