Chapter 55 Twelve Chairs

Diane lifted her teacup an inch, as if toasting him.

"Hello, Ethan," she said. "Sit anywhere you like."

Ethan did not move. He stayed in the doorway with the cold street at his back and the warm, tea scented dark in front of him.

"You are strapped to that chair," he said.

"So I am." Diane glance...

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