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66: Zoo Guests
“Good morning, darling.”
Yawning, Evelyn stretched and turned into Andrew’s embrace. “Good morning. How long have you been awake?”
“Half hour or so.” Cuddling her close, he kissed her forehead. “I found the sound of the ocean waves rather soothing. In fact, I don’t recall having slept quite so peacefully since the train. Unfortunately, I don’t find the screeching of the gulls or the terns nearly as calming. It’s a bit like waking up to the racket in Times Square.”
The fine hairs on his chest tickled her cheek and Evelyn shifted her head against him, laughing. “It’s a wonder you didn’t shout for a cab in your sleep.”
“I have to agree with you. As much as I’m proud of him for getting his life together, I miss having Mickey as a driver.”
“Ah,” she inhaled the sound. “Elitist as it sounds, even t
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