there’s no such thing as a speed limit.”
“You’d probably be good at it,” I said. “Take to it like a duck to water.”
“Maybe so,” she said with a smile.
The depth of that smile made me feel all warm and fuzzy. At first I thought the pill might be kicking in again, but even at the time, though, I was smart enough to wonder if it wasn’t something else altogether-something that had the potential for making my grandmother a very happy woman.
Anne Corley had been gone from my life for a long time. Mel Soames wasn’t.
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