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Chapter 97

Author: Gabriel Joachim
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"You're awfully calm," Jimmy said, gazing across the Gizmogo's cabin at McEwan.

"Just resting," McEwan replied. "And the poem. I'm not sure."

Jimmy was feeling the same way. The hum of engines and the gentle rocking of the plane were soporific, and his head still throbbed where he'd been hit by the monk. Rodriguez was still in the back of the plane, and Jimmy decided to take advantage of the moment with McEwan to tell her something that had been on his mind. "I think I know part of the reason why your grandfather conspired to put us together. I think there's something he wanted me to explain to you."

"I think I've had enough."

Jimmy wasn't sure how to proceed. "The rift between you. The reason you haven't spoken to him in years. I think maybe he was hoping I could somehow make that right by explaining what drove you apart."

McEwan squirmed in her seat. "I haven't told you that story of what drove us apart?"

Jimmy eyed her carefully. "You witnessed a sex custom?"

McEwan recoiled. "
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