It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his. Let him have his honeymoon. ’ Joan sniffed. I bound him up good and tight, stuffed his mouth with a length of rope, taped it shut. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a faint muttering came to his ears. ” She looked down at the flowers, still in shock, and gently laid them over her arm like a Miss America candidate practicing a crowning ceremony at a pajama party.
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