“No,” he said, pouring a one-ounce taste for a woman whose T-shirt proclaimed her as Texan and Carrying. “In fact, I’m not sure we’re even related. How many sisters do I have, anyway? You seem to be multiplying.”
“Mrs. Bancroft is the eighth person to call me a poor thing and ask how hard it is to see Jeremy again.”
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