It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. They unloaded Michelle’s sleeping parents who had been propped up in the back seat, necks craned against each other. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. The odds were astounding and yet he had it bad. "I have something further to tell you," pursued Winifred.
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