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else to do at the time? Certainly Jake had never loved her, at least not in any way she could recognize. |
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There were as many ways of being used, she thought, as there were men and women to use one another. On this trip it had surprised and horrified her to discover that Pierre Grau had expected his loyalty and labor to be rewarded in bed. God, she thought, have I become so notorious as that? |
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Sitting over a cooling cup of coffee, Anna Neville felt drained and weary. This is my last burden, she thought. Once it is done, once I can lay it down, I will be free. Free to pick up my cameras again if I wish, go my own way. |
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The bells of Grace Cathedral struck one o'clock. Rain fell steadily out of a gray sky. She sipped at her coffee and stared moodily at the street. Before she went much further, she had to decide. Did she really believe that the American Navy killed Jake and Sean? Jake had cried out, just before the explosion, that "they've fired a missile at us." As far as Jake was concerned, "they" could only be Canadianswhich was unlikelyor Americans. What other possibilities were there in Canada's great inland sea? I've done enough photojournalism in Central American insurrections and African and Middle Eastern wars to know what surface-to-air missile tracks look like, she thought. |
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But Pierre and the CCND are too anxious to blame the U.S. Navy. They resist any other solution. No matter how logically and cleverly Pierre Grau tried to get Anna to reconstruct the awful happenings that December day to match his own beliefs, her doubts remained. |
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She had few clear recollections of the crash, but many reminders, too many of them. Her legs ached when she stood too long, especially the right leg. Not that it mattered now, but she would probably have a difficult time if she ever chose to have a child. Her fractured pelvis had healed slightly askew, according to the orthopedic surgeon who worked on her. And she bore a scar, caused by a flying shard of Plexiglas, from |
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