Part 4 MY DEAR VEE, he wrote. My trouble is with your sister. “Hey, John. “Go from me, husband!” With a flourish he brought her arms behind her and her body was slammed to the floor. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. “Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered. “Stop! Don’t put your face there.
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