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Chapter 138: Megan's Wisdom

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I drove to Clement Street on Monday morning.

Not to the office. Harry had gone in early, the way he went in when we had not resolved something, the specific productive displacement of a man who needed to be useful while his mind worked on something it had not finished with. I had watched him go from the window and then I had called Tasha and told her I would be late and put Jo in the car and driven to my mother's house.

Jo went straight to the garden.

She had a standing arrangement with the tom
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