“It’s okay, Janie.” He licks his lips, then gestures to his head. “I’m just processing…it’s a lot.” “I know.” I wince. “And Thatcher and I will absolutely let you two walk in on us to even the playing field.” “Jane,” Thatcher says strongly on the other side of the door. He’s not thrilled at that idea. I waft my sweater. “I’ll pass on that,” Farrow says easily.
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