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"And was it?" Dominique demanded

"Not as rilling neither confessed to killing Lillian Dyson?" asked Myrna

"They held up surprisingly well," said Douay did let it slip that his first car was a Gremlin"

"Tell me that’s not psychotic," said Ruth

"How’d you two do?" asked Do for her lemonade

"I’ the bowl of casheith one handful "I liked the way you disarht up Denis Fortin"

"What do you mean?" Clara asked

"Well, when you told him you’d invited Fortin yourself Actually, that’s anotherhere?"

"I hate to break it to you," said Clara, "but I really did invite him"

"Why in the world would you do that, child?" asked Myrna "After what he did?"

"Well, if I kept out every gallery owner and dealer who turned me down, the place would’ve been empty"

Not for the first tiive so ive She considered herself fairly stable, but Myrna doubted she’d last long in the wine and cheese and cutthroat world of art

She also wondered who else had been forgiven and invited who shouldn’t have been

Ga spot at the back of the gallery on rue St-Denis in Montréal The lot was reserved for staff, but it was five thirty on a Sunday andout of his car he looked around St-Denis was a cosmopolitan Montréal street But the alley that ran behind it was squalid, with used condolorious front hid as foul

And which was the real St-Denis? he wondered as he locked the car and walked toward the vibrant street