As for that, Uther said, you must ask the lady why she weeps, for I do not know. Oh God, Laura thought, it washappening again the way it happened to Iris and her. Laura rang the doorbell. She dreaded the initial encounter, bracingherself for his rage.
There were a pairof studio couches, two cheap maple chests, a club chair and aphotograph that sat on the floor. The possibility of herbeing pregnant was unnerving. The cologne she couldn't affordthe perfume. Iris knew the charm of a Southern accent on a typical NewYork male.
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