Chapter 48 Every Last One

“Lunch,” I said.

“A figure of speech. It may take till supper.”

“Every house,” Aurel said. He hadn’t moved from the wall. “Every cousin. Every Hobbs.”

“Hobbs is standing right here, sir.”

“Without asking any of them,” I said.

“Roots don’t ask, dear. They simply are, and what grows from them doe...

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