She didn’t for a minute believe him; his manner and his voice and the look in his eyes all betrayed him. He suspected them. Of how much there was no telling. Of something. Another man would have come out with it. As long as he went on pretending not to know, her hands were tied. Maybe that was his game. She watched him for two days. On the morning of the third, he asked if there was any more coffee and she said accusingly, “You’re not fooling me! I know that you know.” When it turned out that she was mistaken and he didn’t know, there was no way she could take the words back. It was as if a
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