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"None that I remember." Theodore hesitated. He was somewhat taken aback by his wife's intense interrogation. All things being equal, Betty Elizabeth hadn't shown this much interest in anything he had said in years. |
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She moved around to his side of the bed. "Okay, where is it?" she demanded. "I want to see it. I want to see this so-called gift from the Witch of Sixkill." |
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This was just one of the many aspects of Betty Elizabeth that Theodore didn't care for. Every now and then, she became just a little too demanding, and when she did, he did his best to ignore her. With that in mind, he rolled over, turning his back to her, and pulled the quilt up over his shoulders. "I'm tired," he grunted. "We can talk about it tomorrow." |
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She jerked the covers down and bent over him. Her thin, pinched face was flushed. "Look, you fool," she growled, "just what did Charlie ask you for today?" Betty Elizabeth had a terrifying vision of her husband's long lost brother suddenly appearing on the scene and demanding his share of Malcolm Frazier's legacy. |
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"Nothing," Theodore sighed. "He never once asked for anything. He told me all he wants to do is to try to atone for some of the wrongs of the past, particularly the ones with our father. He claims that all those years |
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