“Oh, Manny, we could be so happy—in Florence, my sweetest, we could come out of hiding.” “We’re not in hiding. We never have been.” “No, not when it’s like this. But otherwise it’s all so false and wrong and lonely. We could make each other so happy. I wouldn’t be your little girl over there. I would when we played, but otherwise I’d be your wife.” “We’d be what we’ve always been. Stop dreaming.” “No, not so. Without her—” “You want a corpse on your conscience? She would be dead in a year.” “But I have a corpse on my conscience.” The floor creaked where her two feet had suddenly landed. So she
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Amy and Lonoff Lovers He is a daddy/lover
