scent of expensive perfume.
“It’s wonderful to see you both,” Paula said. “Really!” She couldn’t stop grinning and was beginning to feel awkward about it. Like Frankenstein’s bride with the giggles. “Listen, I’m interrupting. . I’d better get back to my table.”
She muttered a few more polite inanities and turned away, wishing like crazy that Bickerstaff were there. She was unable to control what she was thinking:
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