Tears brimmed in her eyes. Her hands hung loosely at her sides, and she tilted slightly forward, her head lowered against her chest. “I know I’m being dumb,” she said in a voice he could barely hear. “This sort of thing sometimes happens when you’ve been married a long time. I know it’s not the end of the world, but why does it hurt so much?” “It didn’t happen.” He stepped toward her, but she scurried out of his way and kept the center chopping block between them. She folded her arms across her breasts as if to ward off his touch. “Don’t ever try to con a politician, Wentworth,” she said. “We’re experts in that area.” Her voice had changed to a sharp cutting tone. “I swear to you …” “It’s all over and she’s gone. Just do me the favor of not seeing her again.” “It’s the word of an agitated young woman against mine.” “It’s not a question of her word, Went. It’s your word that she repeated. I have never heard or read of anyone else in the world who said ‘eureka’ when they made love.”
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