Later, much later, they sprawled against the pillows and sipped thetepid champagne. Patiently Igraine drank the hot broth they brought her, and slept. Iris could sense the wheels turning in her head. Flavilla was about six moons pregnant, her belly beginning to bulge under her Roman-style tunics, and after a time their talk drifted to their families.
Yes ma'am. When you're forty and I'm pushing fifty. She sighed andshook her head. Corinne Wells, Chuck drawled, noddingtowards the entrance.
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