“I don’t know, Pretrie,” Pederson ruminated, later. ” He indicated no belief whatsoever, putting a palm up to placate me. I managed to say, Yeah. I motioned at the windows.
I could swallow it, enjoy the bouquet of it, like a fine wine to whet the appetite. I didn't usually enjoy causing pain to anyone, but I just didn't mind hurting Musette. Even as I said it, I saw Claudia driving down the back road, and Fredo coming up the other road. I went on tiptoe, and he had to bend down a little for me to kiss him, but he didn't fight me.
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