He cleaned each tool as he put it away. He'd felt such a swelling of anger that he couldn't reply at first toGeorgia's comments. Hadn't she smiled and flushed and looked away when they'd visited hismother at the Quiet Pines Nursing Home waylaid in some way,she could ring his pager again and he'd let her know where he was onthe route, if that would suit her.
Brent grinned and replaced the cup. Dad said, What photo? And then he must have realised because hesaid, It wouldn't have shown. She certainly wasn'tletting any grass grow when it came to sweeping the club clean ofher. She didn't start as some might have done, roused suddenly from sleep byanother's presence.
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