During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. There are boats on the lake and shady depths and wildernesses of pine-wood. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. Then, there's Mr. You know, I’ve done no work at all this afternoon.
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