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Chapter 63

           "Didshesayanythingelse?"hequestioned,notturninghishead.

           "SheaskedmetotakecareoflittleBeauandIsaidIwould,likehewasmyownboy."

           "Whatelse?"

           "Shesaid—Ashley—sheaskedmetolookafterAshley,too."

           Hewassilentforamomentandthenhelaughedsoftly."It’sconvenienttohavethefirstwife’spermission,isn’tit?"

           "Whatdoyoumean?"

           Heturnedandeveninherconfusionshewassurprisedthattherewasnomockeryinhisface.Norwasthereanymoreinterestinitthaninthefaceofamanwatchingthelastactofanone-too-amusingcomedy.

           "Ithinkmymeaning’splainenough.MissMellyisdead.Youcertainlyhavealltheevidenceyouwanttodivorcemeandyouhaven’tenoughreputationleftforadivorcetohurtyou.Andyouhaven’tanyreligionleft,sotheChurchwon’tmatter.Then—AshleyanddreamscometruewiththeblessingsofMissMelly."

           "Divorce?"shecried."No!No!"Incoherentforamomentsheleapedtoherfeetandrunningtohimcaughthisarm."Oh,you’reallwrong!Terriblywrong.Idon’twantadivorce—I—"Shestoppedforshecouldfindnootherwords.

           Heputhishandunderherchin,quietlyturnedherfaceuptothelightandlookedforanintentmomentintohereyes.Shelookedupathim,herheartinhereyes,herlipsquiveringasshetriedtospeak.Butshecouldmarshalnowordsbecauseshewastryingtofindinhisfacesomeansweringemotions,someleapinglightofhope,ofjoy.

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