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Charlottesville and pray to God nobody there will know that I'm your sister"

"Cathy, my dearest, sweetest wife, I don't think even if they knew, they'd give a dahter than my wife"

Wonderfully sweet as he was, he could say that with honesty in his eyes I knew, then he was blind when he looked at irl I used to be

He laughed atexpression "I love the wo for the tarnish when I deliver to you eighteen-karatgold honesty I'd say twenty-four karat, but you'd then say it was too soft and therefore useless functionally So I give to you the best there is: hteen-karat love that truly believes you are beautiful inside, outside, and in between"

Cindy flew in for one of her ind visits, breathlessly gushing out every detail of her life in exquisite minute detail since last she'd seen us It seeirl of nineteen

The instant ere inside the grand foyer, she raced up the stairs, hurling herself into Jory's arht tip over his chair "Really," he laughed, "you weigh more than a feather, Cindy" He kissed her, looked her over, then laughed "Wow! What kind of outfit is that, anyway?"

"The kind that is going to fill the eyes of a certain brother named Bart with horror I picked this out just to annoy him and dear Uncle Joel"

Jory turned sole Bart He's not a little boy anymore"

Unknown to Cindy, Toni had stepped into the roo to take Jory's temperature

"Oh," said Cindy, turning to see Toni "I thought after that terrible scene Bart made in New York that you'd see him for what he really is and leave this place" The look in Toni's eyes ain, and she laughed "Well, now you've got good sense! I can read your eyes, Toni, Jory You're in love! Hooray!" She rushed to hug and kiss Toni before she settled down near Jory's chair and stared up at him with adoration "I met Melodie in New York She cried a lot when I told her how pretty the twins arebut the day after your divorce went through, she married another dancer Jory, he looks a lot like you, only not nearly as handsome, and he doesn't dance as well, either"

Jory kept his small smile, as if Melodie had been put on the shelf and there she'd stay He turned his head to grin at Toni "Well, there goes my alimony payment At least she could have let me know"

Again Cindy was staring at Toni "What about Bart?"

"What about me?" asked a baritone voice from the open doorway

Only then did we all notice that Bart was in the doorway, lounging insolently against the fra in all we said and did as if ere specimens in his special zoo of family oddities

"Well,"_ he drawled, "as I live and breathe, our breathless little imitation Marilyn Monroe has coey presence"