Olie, whom Mitch had swornwas harmless. No doubt he did, Megan thought. Are you coming to get me? I want you to read me some more of that bookwhen it's bedtime. Sixty-nine.
Megan gave her a cursory smile. She kissed his forehead as she tucked an afghan around him andbreathed in the scent of shampoo. God, what a nightmare. I don't get paid for diplomacy, she said, knowing damn well that shedid.
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