I wanted badly to turn and look at Valentina, but I kept my gaze on Musette, on Belle. If Bobby Lee and company could stage this, they could probably have followed the men, trailed them back to wherever. ing lay unspoken between us, and a phrase from Sartre’s The Reprieve persisted: “It was as if agreat stone had fallen in the road to block my path. Envy, fear and guilt muddy upthe clear waters of common sense where these catalysts and healers are concerned, and instead, duerespect, due recognition come to take on the trappings of a witch hunt.
That was the deal. The old fableabout the Country Mouse and the City Rat scuttled through my mind. I am responsible. ” She nodded and began to withdraw from the doorway.
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