He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. “Who are you—Annabel Pellissier or her ghost?” Anna laughed. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. “Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks.
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