Chapter Seventy Three:
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HE DIDN’T DARE tell her that his cats lived in the barn and now and then Uncle Vern pancaked one driving out in his pickup.
Angie leaned across the table to pour the coffee.
Wilkes wouldn’t have noticed if the coffee was made of mud. He was too busy watching her. He guessed she was in her midtwenties. She was a smart, accomplished woman, but something about her didn’t fit. Besides being shy, she didn’t seem to understand, not just him, but men in general. If she had, she would have been aware of how her blouse opened at the neck as she leaned forward.
He reminded himself that if he were a gentleman, he wouldn’t have noticed. Wilkes knew he’d have to be dead to be that much of a gentleman.
“Where’d you go to school, Angie?” he managed to say when she sat down
