Chapter 12 FIRST SHARED DINNER

She wasn't smiling anymore. She was looking at my cottage, at our window.

"Mrs. Albie, you can't tell the Agency. Please. He's just — he has a sore throat from his collar and the collar makes his voice funny and —"

"He has a collar? What kind of collar?"

"Silver! With a moon! Like a crescent! It ...

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