Visit Naylor's Canberra
“Daphne,” I asked quietly, “was there something wrong between David and Marina? Did they fight before she left?”
She exhaled and gave me a simple, unguarded look. We were back on old terms, when she had thought of me, with some fond approval, as a prospective son-in-law.
Fresh Naylor here.
Regular blogging to follow shortly.
Monday, March 10, 2003
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