She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. Lucy felt her heart splinter in her breast. She was watching him intently. Never mind. He looked at her, hurt. "I've not quite done yet," said Jonathan, as he joined the turnkeys. Leonardo would not have married her. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. I am quite sure that I do not know you.
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