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Julie woke suddenly, an irrational need to know how many men she took each day playing at the edge of her consciousness... Read Chapter
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His name was Paul. She remembered it. She remembered, “Paul was the one who retaught me time,” because he said it ... Read Chapter
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When Paul walked in the next week, she was crying. Hard. And she looked awful. She saw him and began crying more. He pu... Read Chapter
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“Today’s Monday, then?” Julie asked as Paul shut the door behind him.
“Today’s Monday.” He took off his top shirt; ... Read Chapter
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“Are you ready for a change yet?” Frank was standing at the top of the steps, waiting for Paul, hands casually in h... Read Chapter
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Paul had been coming to see her almost every day for the past three weeks. Each time he brought more; now he was bringing her fas... Read Chapter
VIII
“Marty? Hi, it’s Paul. Not too good, Marty, not too good. I need you to tell me how much liquid I have in my acco... Read Chapter
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Paul ran back up the stairs again. It was about 2:30 a.m. “Am I glad you’re here,” Frank said pleasa... Read Chapter
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“Mr. Sentwell? Mr. Sentwell.” Dorothy was waving Paul down as he came out of a meeting.
Paul bid his colle... Read Chapter
XI
The hardest part was getting her into the loft elevator. He was carrying her the whole time and was surpri... Read Chapter
XII
He didn’t want to wake Julie. He didn’t want to do anything. He just wanted to lean in the doorway and watch her c... Read Chapter
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Julie was lying in bed, the covers pulled back. She sat up, carefully, waiting until she stopped feeling dizzy to do ... Read Chapter
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“Nope, Marty, that’s all that’s left over.” Paul was on his sofa, papers spread out around him, smirking. “Come on; at ... Read Chapter
Julie woke groggily, that heavy sleep of the sick that pulls you back to the pillow and clutches at your consciousness. She blinked, a lo... Read Chapter
Paul stared at the closed door of his guest room—Julie’s room, as he’d started calling it. He was sitting at his table, with three ... Read Chapter
She kept her eyes closed as the phone rang.
The ringing was interminable. Unbearable. The sound was slow, slower than brea... Read Chapter
The overweight detective was back—and so were Julie’s parents, her mother sitting awkwardly on the bed, her father standing, arms cro... Read Chapter
