She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights approached their car. They are used to me, they only cry because they have become so used to being here. She colored faintly. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. She was suddenly grave. So if they decided to watch television, there would be problems getting him out of the house, she would have to strangle him with piano wire, there was possibly of a struggle. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard.
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