Not slightly.
Violently.
One of the towels slipped from her fingers and landed on the polished floor.
Vincent noticed.
So did I.
“Mrs. Harper?” he said.
She bent too quickly to retrieve the towel.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Moretti. I’m just tired.”
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Not slightly.
Violently.
One of the towels slipped from her fingers and landed on the polished floor.
Vincent noticed.
So did I.
“Mrs. Harper?” he said.
She bent too quickly to retrieve the towel.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Moretti. I’m just tired.”
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