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” he asked. “This weekend.”
She considered the question as seriously as it deserved.
“Yes,” she said. “But quietly. And alone. Megan can join us in the fall, after we’ve had some time. Right now I need this weekend to be what I came for.”
He nodded. “I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
“You always did,” she said. “It still has the yellow quilt.”
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