Nora turns over the documents with a wave of dismissal. “I haven’t been feeling well,” she says. Her hand stays on the topmost of the papers, as if expecting a sudden phantom wind to disperse her formal musings. “I’ve never felt secure in putting any of this down, you know. Old habits and all.”
Greene inclines her head, for once attempting to agree. “I can see that,” she says at last.
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