From a blend of exhaustion and the soothing rhythm of the train'swheels Iris fell asleep. Did she say how much? Already Iris was hurrying to her room. And once every month I'll phone. Lauraheld back words of reproach for such extravagance.
Iris, you're drinking too much, Laura protested. They drove in anticipatory silence in the cosy warmth of the car, herhead on Phil's shoulder, her left hand on his knee. Both had fond memories of New York's great museums and the theatre, yeteach relished the quiet charm of Magnolia. Did I tell you last night? he asked as he stopped for a red light.
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