She's forty-twopretending to be twenty-three. Iris hadbeen in Washington for the past three weeks, though she complainedabout the awful heat. Iris admired the surrounding hills, crowned with vineyards andorchards. Camouflage.
She picked up a cup of beer and sipped at it, to cover her confusion. His own eyes were focusedon his two daughters. She rose to her feet,stared doubtfully up at the luggage rack where a porter had put theirsuitcases at boarding. I wish Papa could have been here for graduation tomorrow.
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