She reached for the door handle. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. I’m six hundred and forty-eight years old, John! I should have never seduced a young boy, let alone expected him to keep my secrets for me. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs.
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