She had seen for herself right up in the bedroom window with her binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night, right with her own eyes. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. “Have you ever kissed a guy before?” She rolled the tissue into a ball in her lap and stared at it. Taking a firm grasp of his pistol, Gerald eased back, let go the handle of the door, and at the same instant, swung his booted foot. It would be very good to be Capes’ friend. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. She read the policeman’s rueful glance when she caught his refection in his rearview mirror.
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