''Yes, indeed. ''You don't know what she'd do,' said Tom. Well -- is her car there?''I can't tell you that, I'm afraid. And so she lay in bed, staring intothe darkness, doing one of the relaxation exercises her yogainstructor
She wrote me the sweetest note when Julietdied. She could still not think about him withanything other than mistrust. That didn't bode well, the slow walk. A sliver of unease went through Tom.
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