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"Did you?" Joseph persisted

Finn shrugged his shoulders, irritated with the question What the hell did it matter to Joseph? "Not that I recall I drove up I-95 froton area… wound up on US1 out of the city, and hate to ad roads from there, when the path should have been pretty evident"

"Did you sleep in Boston then?"

"Did I sleep in Boston?"

"Spend the night there when you were driving up"

"I… yeah, I think I did Or soht outside of the city It was near a steakhouse with a bunch of cows in front"

"Ah"

"Why?"

"You don’t remember the Lobster’s Tale?"

"No, I don’t remember any place called the Lobster’s Tale? Why?"

"Oh, just curious"

"Joseph, no one is that persistent when they’re just curious"

"We’re trying to help you, Finn"

"Joseph, do rily

As he passed by the counter, he caught the headlines on the paper Joseph was reading "Slain Girl Last Seen at Lobster’s Tale, Boston Bar"

His anger was suddenly explosive He had to get the hell out of the shop If he didn’t, he was going to grab Joseph by the black collar and strangle hiers itching He fought the urge desperately

A second later, he burst out of the door, and out of the shop

As soon as he hit the street, the tension left hi, self-i with Sara… hell, Sara was a short, annoying little creature as not in the least appealing

It was cold, and he was covered in sweat He needed to get away fros of people

He needed to find his wife

He bit into his lower lip, plagued by doubts, uncertainty, and a new anger

With long strides, he started walking toward the new an did laundry, ato keep her h the parlor with a pile of clothing, she found Martha going through scrapbooks

She looked up at Megan and grinned "Come and look I wonder if you’ve seen these in a while!"

Megan set her clothing on the end of the sofa and curled next to Martha She assued out a lot of old pictures from when she had been a child They weren’t those pictures at all

They were Megan’s wedding Martha hadn’t been there Megan and Finn, broke college students who hadn’t wanted her parents laying out a fortune, had decided on a quick ceremony with only their closest friends and ian assumed her mother had sent Martha a set, naturally

They had chosen one of the oldest churches in the city Finn had been incredibly elegant in tails with his own little quirks of design She had opted for a own in a pearl color A close friend with a sown froazine

There were pictures of the two of the at the reception, cutting the cake Megan looked through the a dull ache in her heart The best picture was one of the two of the up to help her down So much that she had always loved about him seemed apparent in the picture Not just the way he looked in the tails, dark hair enhanced by the ebony of the tails and the white, medieval shirt, impossibly tall, lithe, and indomitable, but the way that he looked at her hair She wanted to touch the picture, as she so often touched his face

She loved every angle of it

Loved the deep set of his eyes, the arch of his brows, the line of his jaw, even with his ability to set it so stubbornly when he was deterry She had never been attracted to anyone from the onset as she had been to Finn The first time she had seen him, she had known

"You two cannot throw it all away," Martha said gently

"I’ away"

"But then--"

"I’an said honestly

Martha hesitated a long time "So… he was violent with you And that’s why you left him the first time and went to your folks in Maine"

"No He’s just strange since… since we’ve been here"