\" Michelle met her at her locker, right on schedule, carrying a backpack so overstuffed it was its own conversation piece. Taking a firm grasp of his pistol, Gerald eased back, let go the handle of the door, and at the same instant, swung his booted foot. “My God!” and ceased to move. If she’s over, he probably knows all about it. ’ ‘And where do you propose to go?’ enquired Gerald carefully. ’ ‘Better than to live at the hands of a villainous blackmailer,’ Melusine threw at him. She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years. ’ There was a kind of aching hunger in Gerald’s gaze.
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