I have to shut the link between us, Anita. Graham squeaked a second time, you know, that sharp intake of breath that comes out when you're trying to swallow the sound. I'd lost two wives, more jobs than I could count. I ran my fingers through my hair, which is all you're supposed to do when your hair is as curly as mine.
I hadn't seen it in a mirror, but it had probably looked worse an hour ago. It didn't help. I pulled him to me with his hair tangled around my arms, like you'd coil a rope or a strings of lights. He gazed up at that uncompromising stone angel, and then he had the Ebenezer Scrooge moment.
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