Supper was over. What she admired in her man was his resolute defense of his opinions. Hips tended to be the bane of Shari’s existence as she tried diet after diet to get rid of them. “Yes, I will go,” she promised, with a queer little smile. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. Can I be of any assistance? I can assure you that it would give me very much pleasure. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words.
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