Diane Vorsack tried to disguise the fact that she was livid, her daughter’s buffoonery having driven off the prestigious dinner guests before the after-dinner drinks could be served. Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. The massive door was unlocked, and they entered the cell. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. ” “I did not come,” she faltered. She could not hide her face.
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