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Show page 100 She upended the iron, pausing, as he entered. "Miles, you always surprise me, pleasantly." She stood coy, waiting for Miles to make an affectionate move. Instead, he dropped his hand from the door and looked down at the garment she was ironing. "You get better looking every day; you look too clean to touch." " S i l l y Miles!" She stepped to him and placed her arms around h i s neck and kissed him. "They've come back, Cora." "Who, Miles?" "Stetson Jack and Lippy." "Are you sure?" she asked. "I'm sure. I sax? them from Mamie's window." "You d i d n ' t t a l k to them?" He shook h i s head. Cora sighed. "Then how can you be sure, Miles?" "I'm sure. Stetson Jack i s s t i f f j o i n t e d , from prison, I suppose." Cora returned to her ironing board, thinking of the years of her marriage, At f i r s t Miles had talked repeatedly of the two men. Then years of not talking about them. Now t h e ir names again. But never a word of her association XA7ith them, if he knew. What would Miles say. if he knew that Stetson had been her f i r s t sweetheart? And that she had lain in wait for him around the town and the lake, after the two had been sent to prison, hoping to get a lead on the lost money? "They'll go away, Miles. Don't see them. Forget them, let them gov" |