Cecily s stomach turned. She shot up quickly, mindlessly tossing aside her precious book and rose onto the floor, and moved to spy into the dining room, praying Gina had somehow made a silly mistake. She groaned aloud the moment she saw the figure sitting at the table near the door. He wore a ridiculous gray pin striped suit wrinkles visible from her vantage point, which hung so haphazardly on his thin frame it seemed to mock him. He sat hunched over the white linen table cloth, hands clasped, staring blankly into the glass of water someone had actually bothered to pour him.

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