Laura sounded matter-of-fact, but Iris knew she was ashambles inside. Laura saw him bristle involuntarily. Do you want him to come home? She considered a moment. She gritted her teeth and remained silent when clients referred to heras Bernie's secretary.
You don't count! I'm British like my father! He raised his handslike a vicious cat's claws, reaching for her face. He was so upset by the inadequacies of Mayor Walker, by the corruptionthat pervaded the city government. Oh God, Laura thought, it washappening again the way it happened to Iris and her. Speaking of the devil, she whispered.
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