She fantasized about an FBI assignment in Tampa as she zipped her parka,clamped on earmuffs, and wound her scarf around her head and neck. It amazed him to want now, to wanther. Would Fletcher have made agood priest? No, Father Tom answered without hesitation. Karen blinked her big doe eyes, her brows knitting into an expression ofhurt.
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