Jean-Claude was moving from candle to candle with one of those long battery-operated lighters. His eyes matched his hair-a soft brown. I raised eyebrows. The fact that I'd done it accidentally didn't make it any more right.
It would be a sort of desperation measure, but I'd been desperate before. I was shaking and couldn't understand why. Louie knocked on the window. Then what should you be doing? She opened her mouth then closed it until her lips were a thin pink line.
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