The face that looked down upon Ann Veronica was full of amiable intention. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. You must come back. I—well, I lost my temper. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it.
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