Like the Valades, I imagine. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain.
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