’ Releasing her, he turned and walked swiftly towards the door. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. ch. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river.
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