Laura glanced at the clock. So far our village has beenspared. We have a right to earn a living as attorneys! A vein in hisforehead was distended now. They sipped at their drinks, inspecting each other with blatantpassion.
Iris was enthralled by the way Peter Cranford manipulated his way intotheir lives. You're such a good friend, she said softly. I couldn't stand living way up in the Bronx, Iris sulked. God, how long would they have to wait? I should have left a note for Bernie, Laura said with belatedcompunction.
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