'Drafted a letter to the shareholders, I'd likeyou to look at first--''Yes, of course,' said Tom. 'Carlton glared at the phone. I need a -- a face. Icould send it there, or even drop it over, if you like, or I could send it to your other residence.
Her plain face wasflushed as she looked at Sandy, her sweet smile slightlystrained. ''Don't! You sound like my father. 'Like dear little flyingmice. Therewas an edge to her voice.
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