‘May I, indeed? I’ll take you up on that. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. “Dare!” she said. Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. That’s how things are; that’s the order of the world. She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. “Well, anyhow, consider it open. ‘Alors, now I am also a murderer. I will go to-night. You don't notice the heat; but it is always there, pressing down.
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