Read Blood From a Stone Online
Authors: Cynthia Lucas
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w
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it
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t
hat she had no
i
dea
of
any of
it
.
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w
it
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he one s
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tr
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t
hat
she
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’
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l
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f
or
any past
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he
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ed
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.
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nd
t
hat
t
hou
g
ht
w
a
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ed h
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.
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back ho
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be
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qu
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c
k
l
y s
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enced her
w
it
h h
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s
fi
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g
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r
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t
o her
li
ps.
“
N
O
t
a
l
k
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ng about
w
hen
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et
ho
m
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T
o
n
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t
…
it’
s
j
ust
y
ou
and
m
e.
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’r
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ope
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t
her
and as
f
ar
as
w
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ned
t
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s
no
t
h
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ng
e
l
se.
D
ea
l
?”
S
he
paused
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or
a
m
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m
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t
,
s
m
il
ed
and
f
ina
ll
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no
d
ded.
“
D
ea
l
.”
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he
w
a
itr
ess
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r
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g
ht
t
he
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r
f
ood
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t
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au
g
hed
and
t
a
l
k
ed
f
or
t
he
be
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er pa
r
t
of ano
t
her
t
w
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r
s ab
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sonal
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o ch
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o cu
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be
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he ch
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ht
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, hand
i
n hand.
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n
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past
coup
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of
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s.
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w
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and
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ky
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.”
“
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bso
l
u
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l
y
.
B
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I
m
ay ha
v
e
t
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ask
y
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k
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w
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m
,” she
l
au
g
hed.
“
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hat
i
s
no
p
r
ob
l
em
w
ha
t
soe
v
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r
,
m
y
l
a
d
y
,”
he
sa
i
d,
w
r
y
l
y
,
pu
lli
ng her
next
t
o
h
i
m
as
t
hey
w
a
l
k
ed
a
l
ong
f
or
a
g
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m
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e
be
f
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w
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w
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b
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k
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n
t
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v
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ew
of
t
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li
g
h
t
s
on
t
he
w
a
t
e
r
.
“
S
o
t
hen,
w
he
r
e do
w
e
g
o
t
o
m
o
rr
o
w
?”
“We
ll
,
w
e
can
v
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s
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t
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a
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d
if
f
C
as
tl
e
here
i
n
t
o
w
n
and
t
he
N
a
ti
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Museu
m
….or
r
ent
a
car
and d
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v
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er
t
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t
onehen
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f
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w
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r’
s
g
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I
t’
s
a
f
ew
hou
r
s
fr
om he
r
e.
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he
r
e
’
s
no
sho
rt
a
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e
of
t
h
i
n
g
s
t
o
do,
a
lt
hou
g
h
I
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d
s
ay none
of
t
hem
can
co
m
pa
r
e
t
o
w
hat
I
ha
v
e
i
n
m
i
nd
back
i
n
our
r
oo
m
.”
H
e
w
i
n
k
ed
at
her
p
l
a
y
f
u
ll
y
and
t
hen
s
t
opped
su
d
den
l
y as
a se
ri
ous
l
ook
c
r
ossed
h
i
s
f
ea
t
u
r
es.
“
T
hat
i
n
m
i
nd…I ha
v
e so
m
e
t
h
i
ng
f
or
y
ou.”