“He was moving slowly, poking through some drawings to find one he wanted to take home with him to work on there, then hunting for his keys. It occurred to her he was limping more than usual too—something she’d come to suspect he did willfully from time to time.Daisy was standing by the open door. It was almost dark out, and she was supposed to have been at the bookstore about ten minutes earlier. There was a reading tonight, a reading she had promised to help with. Eva would be nervous, and the...n pretty quickly pissed off, when she got there to find nothing had been done—the chairs not set up, the books not unpacked and put out for signing. What Daisy hoped was that Callie might have started to do all this when her tardiness became clear—if Callie wasn’t otherwise too busy.“Come on,” she said to Duncan, even though she knew this was unwise. That in his perversity, the more she pushed him, the more he would resist.He looked up and smiled, the smile you would have thought was open and sweet if you didn’t know better.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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