The Incidental Spy

The Incidental Spy Page 10

by Libby Fischer Hellmann

  “Normal,” she said. “An average American. What does that feel like?”

  “Maybe it’s time you learned.” He took her elbow and guided her across the field to the car. “We can talk about that, too.”

  “Yes. Let’s.” She smiled.

  THE END

 

 

 

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