“John!” I returned in much the same spirit (evoe is the word that comes immediately to the crossword aficionado’s mind), and slapped him five. His homely-handsome face split in a grin, and I felt a little stab of guilt. Mattie had expressed no preference for John—quite the opposite, in fact—and he really hadn’t solved any of her problems; Devore had done that by topping himself before John had so much as a chance to get started on her behalf. Yet still I felt that nasty little poke.
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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