Storming Paradise. Mary McBride
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Storming Paradise
Mary McBride
For Cynthia MacDonald Gamblin, my gold friend
“We were discussing your dismissal, I believe,”
Libby said.
“All right.” Shad crossed his arms over his chest. “Go ahead.”
“I want you to leave.”
“You already said that.”
Libby crossed her arms now. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Go.” She angled her head toward the door. Once he was gone, she thought, she’d be able to breathe normally. However did he manage to suck up all the air in a room, leaving only scraps for everybody else to breathe?
But he wasn’t going. He seemed stuck to that backward chair as if he were glued to it by the seat of his pants.