by Andrew Grant
“Don’t worry,” she said, after forty-five. “I’m not serious about the wedding. But there’s nothing here I can’t deal with.”
“Really?” I said.
“Absolutely,” she said. “Look. I may have no hand, because of you. Probably no job, either. But that’s better than having no breath in my body. My father just gave me back my past. I’m certainly not going to squander my future. I’m going to be a lot more careful how I spend my time, now, in general. And I think you should be, too.”
“I’ll try.”
“I’m serious. No repeats of the last few days. Not the crazy parts, anyway. Like what just happened here. Promise me.”
“I can’t promise. It depends on too many things.”
“What kind of things?”
“People keeping their thieving hands off my boots, for a start.”
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