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"And you have no idea why she picked then to leave?" |
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Miller gave a subtle shake of his head and followed it with a grimace. "None. But I'll tell you this; Ruthie was a strange oneeducated, ambitious, but most of all, greedy. I guess she found herself a better deal." |
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"Kinda sudden, don't you think?" |
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"That's Ruthieimpulsive." |
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"And you haven't heard from her since?" |
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"That's Ruthie, too. When it's over, it's over." |
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"Did," he admitted, "for a while. You gotta understand that she was the kind who sucked up all the air in the room. When people like that get out of the picture, you're gonna notice them not being there. But I eventually got used to the peace and quiet. Ruthie had running feuds with everybody, including Moxie and Gladys Ann. They knew what she wanted me to do. I guess they were happy to see her go." |
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Linda was herself an impulsive lady. As a reward for coming out of his shell, she leaned forward and kissed him gently on his swollen lips. Then she leaned back in her chair again. "I can't help but wonder what the lady would think if she could see you now." |
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Bartholomew forced another half-grin. "I'll tell you one thing. She'd be a helluva lot more |
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