"Richard." Her heart sank. Effie crushed the book against her chest, trying to spread her palms and fingers in such a way that they might mask the title and the cover. There was no ready escape.
"You're looking..."
Tall. Green-clothed. A wee bit ornery.
"...Well. You're looking well. And everything's well?"
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"You're looking..."
Tall. Green-clothed. A wee bit ornery.
"...Well. You're looking well. And everything's well?"