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the brass chandelier.

“This is a private family matter and we do not need your input,” Damon said, his voice dropping into that flat, hard register he used when he wanted to end a discussion.

Clara did not flinch, nor did she step back from the edge of our booth. She reached up to adjust her reading glasses with a slow, deliberate movement, her eyes continue reading …