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His jaw tightened. “Don’t make this ugly, Sylvie.”
I looked at the suitcases, then at his coat, then at the driveway, where Marcy’s red car waited.
“There’s $2,000 in there, Sylvie.”
Marcy was the woman from the book club Walter had suddenly started attending every Thursday.
“No, Walter,” I said. “You already did that.”
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