The future Mrs Roding turned bright, laughing eyes on the major. It was the beginning of June. Wood's advice and assistance, but the thought of the reception she was likely to meet with from his wife deterred her from executing this resolution. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. She stopped abruptly at the sound of his voice, and lost the thread of what she was saying. By the time John returned with popcorn and a large Coke, the theater had filled up with high-school kids. Panic leapt into his eyes as he brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. Wood was once a favourite of yours. He shuddered.
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