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Friday - Saturday
It wasn't until Peter pulled the car into his
own driveway that Cathy realized she hadn't thought to ask where
they were going. She didn't object, but got out of the car and
accompanied him into the house.
He switched on the lights, then turned to
look at her. His sharp intake of breath made her wonder just how
bad her face was. She moved across the room to the mirror. Her
right cheek showed a large, abraded area surrounded by a darkening
bruise. It had stopped bleeding, but there was dirt smudged around
it.
"Did one of them hit you?" he asked, his
voice hard and cold.
She shook her head. "When I pretended to
stumble and fall, I guess I was a little over-enthusiastic about
it. I hit a rock on the ground."
He sat her down and retrieved a clean damp
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