His name is Taber?"
"Howard Taber. She waited a
few minutes, then greeted the burly doorman who stood
as the building’s lone sentry. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round
the room in search of a closet. She enjoyed preparing the
evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the
oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of
chicken frying. Shari managed
it after graduating beauty school. "Do you submit?" interrogated Wild. Gerald, intent on his trail, ignored it. Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. Their
conversation became stilted. Was it a week ago? No, perhaps
more. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made
her own friends, gone her own way.
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