\"But nothing is going to happen. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. Who is it?” “Your brother Mike!” Michelle chirruped, sounding uncannily like her mother Diane. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage.
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