He took another sip of coffee, blotted his lips with thenapkin. Like Fletcher's garage, she thought. Thanks for coming to see me. No emotion registered on the face that was cast half in shadow, half inthe grainy light that shone down from above the garage door.
That seemspersonal. Feeling-trust, excitement, a bond that went beyond the physical. Tawny brown and thick, it stubbornly defied thestylish cut that was short on the sides and longer on top4 He parted iton the left and had a habit of brushing it back with his fingers. You know, I just love dogs.
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