She
didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a
‘bad husband’. ”
He paused for a time. “I’ve been thinking of you all night,” she answered. She went about the gory business of disposing of the
bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and
packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a
double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like
overcooked, ruined meat. ’ She raised the pistol. "
"Be pleased, then, in future not to let your surprise find vent in words," rejoined
Jonathan, sternly. Sheppard had been interred. Three
times she escaped. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose,
and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped.
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