Publishers Weekly on THE Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles

In this bestseller from France and the follow-up to The Yellow Eyes
of Crocodiles, a woman contends with divorce, family trouble and
even murder in her journey to discover who she really is.
Forty-something mother of two Josphine Corts is at a crossroads.
She has just moved to a posh new apartment in Paris after the
success of the historical novel she ghostwrote for her sister, Iris.
Still struggling with her divorcethe result of her husband running
off to Kenya to start a crocodile farm with his mistressshe is now
entangled in a lie orchestrated by her sister. And just when things
seem as though they cant get any more complicated, people start
turning up dead in her neighbourhood.
As Josephine struggles to find her voice and her confidence
amid a messy web of relationships and a string of murders, she
and those around her must learn to push on with determination,
like headstrong little turtles learning to dance slowly in a world thats
too violent and moving too fast.

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Cover design: Romina Panetta

Cover illustration: Kelly Blair

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First published in Australia and New Zealand by Allen & Unwin in 2017
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Translation copyright William Rodarmor 2016
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Im here to pick up a package, said Josphine, stepping to the

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counter at the post office on rue de Longchamp in Pariss sixteenth

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arrondissement.

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Foreign or domestic? asked the postal clerk, a bottle blonde

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with bad skin and an empty stare.

I dont know.

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Whats the name?

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Josphine Corts. C-O-R-T--S.

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You have the delivery notice?

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Josphine held out the yellow form.

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Can I see some identification? asked the clerk wearily.

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Josphine handed over her ID. The clerk grabbed it from her

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hand and climbed down from her stool, raising first one buttock,

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then the other. She waddled off down a hallway and disappeared,

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rubbing her back. On the wall, the black minute hand of the clock

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crept across the white face. Josphine gave an embarrassed smile

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at the line lengthening behind her.

Its not my fault the package was put in a place where it cant be

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found, thought Josphine in a silent apology. Its not my fault that

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it went to Courbevoie before being forwarded here. Anyway, where

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could it be coming from? Maybe from Shirley in England. Except

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that she knows my new address. It would be just like her to send some

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of that special tea she buys at Fortnum & Mason, a pudding, and

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some wool socks so I can work without my feet getting cold. Shirley

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always says that love exists only in the details. Jo missed Shirley, who

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had moved to live in London with her son, Gary.

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The postal clerk came back with a parcel the size of a shoe box.

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Do you collect stamps? she asked, hoisting herself back

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onto her stool, which groaned under her weight.

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The clerk blinked vacantly at the stamps, then slid the pack-

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age across to Jo, who saw her name and old Courbevoie address

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on the coarse wrapping paper. The packages long stay on the

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post office shelf had frayed the equally coarse string into garlands

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of dirty pom-poms.

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I couldnt find it because you moved, said the clerk. Comes

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from a long way off. Kenya. Its been around the block, all right!

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Looks like you have too.

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Shed said this sarcastically, and Josphine blushed and mut-

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tered some sort of excuse. It was true that shed moved, but not

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because she didnt like her suburb, not at all. She loved Courbe-

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voie, her old neighborhood, her apartment, the balcony with the

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rusted railing. To be honest, she didnt like her new place; she felt

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like a stranger there, a refugee. Shed moved because her older

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daughter, Hortense, couldnt stand living in the suburbs anymore,

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and when Hortense got an idea in her head, youd better follow

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royalties Josphine was earning from her novel, A Most Humble

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Queen and a big bank loan shed been able to buy a handsome

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apartment in a nice neighborhood. It was on avenue Raphal, near

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the La Muette Metro station and beyond rue de Passy with its

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luxury boutiques, on the edge of the Bois de Boulogne. Half

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town, half country, the real estate agent kept stressing. Hortense

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had thrown her arms around Josphines neck. Thanks so

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much,Mom! Thanks to you, Ill finally have a life, become a real

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Parisienne.

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If it were up to just me, I wouldve stayed in Courbevoie,

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Josphine murmured to the clerk, embarrassed, feeling the tips of

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her ears get warm.

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Thats new, she thought. I didnt used to blush at the drop of

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a hat. Before, I knew my placeeven if I wasnt always comfortable

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there, it was my place.

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Unlike her mother or her sister, who could make people obey

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or love them with a glance or a smile, Josphine was shy. She had

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a self-effacing way, apologizing for being present to the point of

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stuttering or blushing. For a while, she thought that success would

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boost her self-esteem. A Most Humble Queen was still on the best-

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seller lists a year after coming out. But money hadnt brought her

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confidence. Shed even wound up hating it. It had changed her

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life and her relationships with other people. The only thing it

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didntchange is how I feel about myself, she thought with a sigh.

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She looked around for a caf where she could sit and open the

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mysterious package.

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It was late November, and night was falling on the city. A

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stiff wind was blowing, stripping the trees of their remaining

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leaves, which spiraled to the ground in a russet waltz. Pedestrians

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in the face. Josphine pulled up her coat collar and checked her

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watch. She was meeting Luca at seven at the brasserie Le Coq on

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the place du Trocadro.

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She looked at the package. There was no senders name.

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She walked up avenue Poincar to the place du Trocadro and

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entered the restaurant. She had a full hour before Luca would join

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her. Since her move, they always met in this brasserie, at her

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request. It was a way of getting acquainted with her new neighbor-

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hood. She enjoyed creating habits. I think this place is too bour-

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geois and touristy, it has no soul, said Luca dully, but if you

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insist . . . You can always tell if people are sad or happy by their

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eyes. They cant hide the way they look. Luca always had sad eyes.

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Even when he smiled.

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She pushed the glass door open, spotted a free table, and went

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to sit down. To her relief, nobody paid her any attention. Perhaps

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she was starting to look like a Parisienne? She fingered the unusual

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almond-green hat shed bought the week before, considered remov-

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ing it, decided not to. It had three fat woolen bellows topped by a

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disk of ribbed velvet with a little wool stem, like a beret. With that

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hat, she was creating a personality for herself. Just before going to

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the post office shed stopped at the lyce to see her younger daugh-

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ters main teacher, Madame Berthier. She wanted to see how Zo

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was doing, what with the move and getting used to a new school.

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At the end of their talk, Berthier had put on her coat and the same

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almond-green hat with three puffy bellows.

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Ive got exactly the same hat, said Josphine, holding hers
out. Look!
The coincidence of wearing identical hats brought the two
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left the school together and headed in the same direction, still

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talking.

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You come from Courbevoie, Zo tells me.

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I lived there for almost fifteen years. I liked it, even though

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there were problems.

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Here, the problems arent the children, but their parents!

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Josphine looked at her in surprise.

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They all think theyve given birth to a genius, and they criticize

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us for not recognizing their inner Pythagoras or Chateaubriand.

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They bombard their children with tutoring, piano lessons, tennis

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clinics, sessions in fancy schools abroad. The kids are exhausted,

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and they either fall asleep in class or talk to you as if you were their

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flunkey. In fact, I just had a run-in with one of the fathers, a banker

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with all sorts of degrees and diplomas. He was complaining that his

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son had only a B average. I pointed out that a B was pretty good,

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and he looked at me as if Id insulted him. His son! Flesh of his

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flesh! Getting a B average! I could practically smell napalm on his

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breath. Its dangerous being a teacher these days. Im not afraid of

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the kids as much as of their parents!

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Madame Berthier clapped her hand on her hat to keep it from

blowing off and laughed.

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They had to part when they reached Josphines building.

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I live a little farther on, she said, pointing to a street on the

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left. Enjoy your hat. Be sure to wear it. That way well recognize

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each other, even from a distance.

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Thats for sure, thought Josphine. It stood up like a cobra

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rising from its basket. She almost expected to hear flute music

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and see the hat start swaying back and forth. She wasnt sure Luca

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They had been seeing each other regularly for a year. Luca was

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writing a scholarly work for an academic press: a history of tears

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from the Middle Ages to the present. He spent most of his time in

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the library. At thirty-nine, he lived like a student. He had a studio

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apartment in Asnires, its refrigerator empty except for a bottle of

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Coke and a lonely chunk of pt. He didnt own a car or a televi-

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sion, and in all weather, he wore a navy-blue duffel coat that served

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as his home away from home. Its roomy pockets held everything

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he needed during the day. He had a twin brother named Vittorio,

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who caused him endless worry. Just by looking at the furrow

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between Lucas eyes, Josphine could tell if the news about his

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brother was good or bad. A deep furrow was a storm warning. On

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those days, Luca would be silent and somber. He would take Jos-

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phines hand and slip it into his coat pocket along with the keys,

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pens, notebooks, cough drops, Metro tickets, cell phone, tissue

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pack, and his old red leather wallet. She had learned to recognize

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each object with her fingertips, even the brand of the cough drops.

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The two of them would get together on nights when Zo slept over

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at a friends house or on the weekends when Zo went to London

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to see her cousin, Alexandre.

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Every other Friday, Josphine drove her to the Gare du Nord,

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and Philippe and his son, Alexandre, met her at St. Pancras. Philippe

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had given Zo a Eurostar pass, and she would hop on the train,

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eager to be in her room in her uncles Notting Hill apartment.

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So you have your own room there? Josphine had exclaimed.

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Yup, even a hanging closet with lots of clothes, so I dont have

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to carry a suitcase. Uncle Philippe thinks of everything. Hes really

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the best!

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generosity. Whenever she had a problem, or hesitated over a deci-

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sion to make, she called Philippe.

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Im always here for you Jo, he would answer. You know

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you can ask me anything. When she heard his kind voice,

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sheimmediately felt reassured. At the same time, a red flag went

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up: Careful, danger! Hes your sisters husband! Keep your dis-

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tance, Jo.

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Josphines own husband, Antoine, the father of her two daugh-

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ters, had died six months earlier. Hed been managing a crocodile

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farm in Kenya for his partner, a Chinese businessman named Wei.

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The business collapsed, and Antoine started drinking, getting into

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a strange dialogue with the crocodiles. They taunted him, refusing

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to reproduce, ripping down the fences, and eating the workers.

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Antoine spent his nights staring into the yellow eyes of crocodiles

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floating in the swamp, until one night he walked into the water and

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a croc grabbed him.

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In a tearful scene, Josphine found the courage to tell Zo

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that her father was dead. Zo had said, Now Ive got only you

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left, Mommy. Nothing better happen to you! She knocked on

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wood to keep the danger at bay. Hortense had cried too, but then

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declared that it was for the best, that being a failure had pained

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her father too much. Hortense didnt like feelings, thought them

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a waste of time and energy, a suspicious self-indulgence that led

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only to self-pity. She had just one goal in life: to be a success, and

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nobody and nothing would stand in her way. She loved her father,

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of course, but there was nothing she could do for him, she said.

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Everyone was responsible for his own fate. Hed been dealt a los-

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ing hand and had paid the price.

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That was last June. Hortense had passed her baccalaurat

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exam with honors and left to study in England. She sometimes

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joined Zo at Philippes and spent Saturdays with them, but most

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of the time she breezed in, gave her little sister a kiss, and imme-

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diately left. She was enrolled at Saint Martins and was working

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like a fiend. Its the best fashion school in the world, she assured

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her mother. I know its expensive, but we can afford it now, cant

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we? Youll see, you wont regret your investment. Im gonna

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become a world-famous designer. Hortense had no doubt about

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it. Neither did Josphine. She had complete faith in her older

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daughter.

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How much had happened in just a year!

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Within a few months, my life was turned upside down, Jo

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reflected. I was alone, abandoned by my husband, rejected by my

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mother, harassed by my banker. I owed everyone money. I had just

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finished writing a novel so my dear sister, Iris, could put her name

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to it and bask in the limelight.

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And now, Ive started a new life. Im waiting for Luca. Hell

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have bought a copy of Pariscope, and together well pick a movie to

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go see. Luca always made the choice, but he pretended to leave it

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up to her. She would rest her head on his shoulder, slip her hand

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in his coat pocket, and say, Go ahead, you decide. He would

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say, All right, Ill pick the movie but dont complain afterward.

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She never complained. She was still amazed that he enjoyed

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being with her. When she slept at his place, with him lying next to

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her, she would study the sparse decor of his studio apartment, the

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white light slanting through the venetian blinds, the books piled

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on the floor. A bachelor apartment. She snuggled closer. I, Josphine

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She glanced around the caf to make sure no one was watch-

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ing her. I hope Luca likes my hat! If he turns up his nose, Ill squash

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it into a beret.

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Jos gaze returned to the package. She untied the coarse twine

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and reread the address: Madame Josphine Corts. She carefully

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unwrapped the paper, glanced into the box. A letter lay on top.

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Madam,

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These are all the remains we found of your husband, An-

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toine Corts, after the unfortunate accident that cost him

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his life. We want to say how sorry we all are, and remem-

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ber Tonio with great affection. He was a good friend and

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colleague, always ready to do a favor or buy a round of

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drinks. Life wont be the same without him, and his seat

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at the bar will remain empty, in his memory.

His friends and colleagues

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at the Crocodile Caf in Mombasa

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This was followed by a series of signatures of the people Antoine

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had known in Kenya. They were illegible, but even if Jo had been

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able to make them out, it wouldnt have done her much good:

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She hadnt met any of them.

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She folded the letter and unwrapped the newspaper from

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Antoines effects. She took out a handsome scuba diving watch

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with a large black dial whose bezel bore Roman and Arabic numer-

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als, an orange running shoe size sixhe hated having such small

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feetand a baptism medal. One side showed a cherub in profile,

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its head resting on its hand. The other was engraved with Antoines

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first name and birth date, May 26, 1963. The last item was a long

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strand of chestnut hair taped to a piece of yellow cardboard, with

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a scribbled note: Hair of Antoine Corts, French businessman. For

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Josphine, the sight of the hair was overwhelming.

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This was all that was left of Antoine: a cardboard box sitting

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on her knees. But Jos husband had always felt like a child she had

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to hold in her lap. She had let him think he was in charge, but

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she was always the responsible one.

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And what can I get for the little lady?

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A waiter was standing in front of her, waiting.

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A Diet Coke, please.

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He walked away, a spring in his step. I have to start exercising,

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Jo thought. Im putting on weight. Shed chosen the apartment so

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she could run in the Bois de Boulogne. She straightened up and

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sucked in her stomach, promising to sit up tall for several long

15

minutes, to strengthen her abs.

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She started to think about the plan for her next novel. What

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would it be about? Should I set it today or in my beloved twelfth

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century? At least thats a period I know about. I know the eras

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sensibility, its romantic codes, its rules of social life. What do I know

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about life today? Not much. But now, Im learning. Im learning

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about relationships with other people, relationships with money, Im

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learning everything. Hortense knows more than I do. Zo is still a

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child, though shes changing before my eyes. She dreams of being like

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her sister. When I was a kid, my sister was my model too.

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I used to idolize Iris. She was my role model. Today, shes adrift

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in the half-light of a psychiatric clinic. The light has gone out of

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those big blue eyes. Her gaze wanders over me and then escapes into

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vague boredom. She barely listens to me. Once, when I urged her to

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be nicer to the clinic nurses, who were so considerate, she asked,

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How do you expect me to live with other people when I cant live

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with myself? And her hand fell back onto the blanket, inert.

03

The last time Josphine visited, Iriss tone very quickly rose
from blandly neutral to sharp.

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Ive only ever had one talent, she declared, looking at her

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reflection in a hand mirror that always lay on her night table. I

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was pretty. Very pretty. And Im starting to lose even that. You

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see this wrinkle? It wasnt there last night. And tomorrow therell

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be another one, and another, and another.

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She banged the mirror down on the Formica table and

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smoothed her black hair. It was cut short and square, and made

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her look ten years younger.

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Im forty-seven, and Ive screwed everything up, my life as

a wife, my life as a mother. My life, period.

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But what about Alexandre? asked Josphine unconvincingly.

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Dont pretend to be stupider than you are, Jo. You know Ive

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never been a mother to him. I was an apparition, someone he

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knew, I wouldnt even say a friend. I was bored in his company,

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and I suspect he was bored in mine. Hes closer to you, his aunt,

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than to me, his mother, so . . .

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The questions that were on the tip of Josphines tongue, the

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ones she couldnt ask, were about Philippe. Arent you afraid

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that hes going to make a new life with someone else? Arent you

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afraid of winding up alone? Asking would have been too cruel.

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Then try to become a good person, Josphine finally said.

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Its never too late to become someone worthwhile.

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What a pain in the ass you can be, Jo. Youre like a nun whos

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wandered into a whorehouse trying to save lost souls! You came all

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the way here just to lecture me. Next time, save yourself the trip

03

and stay home. I hear youve moved, is that right? To a nice apart-

04

ment in a nice neighborhood. Our dear mother told me. Shes

05

dying to visit you, by the way, but refuses to be the first to call.

06

Iris smiled slightly then, a scornful smile. Her big blue eyes,

07

which had looked even bigger since shed become sick, darkened

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with jealous, nasty humor.

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You have money now. Lots of money. Thanks to me. Im the

10

one who made your book successful, dont ever forget that. With-

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out me, you could never have done what I did: find a publisher,

12

handle interviews, go on stage, have my hair chopped off on TV

13

to get attention!

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Youre being unfair!

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Iris raised herself in her bed. A strand of black hair that had

16

escaped from her perfect square hairdo hung in front of her eyes.

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She jabbed a finger at Josphine.

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We had a deal! she shouted. Id give you all the money,

19

and Id get all the fame! I held up my end of the bargain, but you

20

didnt! You wanted both, the money and the fame!

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Iris, you know perfectly well thats not true. I didnt want

22

anything. I didnt want to write the book, and I didnt want the

23

money from the book. I just wanted to be able to raise Hortense

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and Zo decently.

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Do you dare tell me that you didnt send that little bitch to

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rat me out on live television? My aunt didnt write the book,

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Hortense told everyone, it was my mother. Do you dare deny

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that? You disgust me, Jo. I was your most faithful ally. I was

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for you. And the one time I ask you to do something for me, you

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betray me. You really got your revenge too. You dishonored me!

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Why do you think I stay locked up in this clinic, half-asleep and

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numbed with sedatives? Because I dont have any choice! If I go

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out, everyone will point a finger at me. Id rather die here. And

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when that day comes, youll have my death on your conscience,

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and well see how you live with it.

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Iriss bony arms stuck out of her the sleeves of her bathrobe,

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her clenched jaws raising two little hard bumps under her skin, her

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eyes burning with the most ferocious hatred any jealous woman

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ever directed at a rival.

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My God, Iris, you hate me!

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Well, well, you finally figured it out! Now we wont have to

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play at being loving sisters anymore! I never want to see you

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again. Dont bother coming back!

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That had been three weeks earlier.

Iris resents me, thought Jo. She resents my moving to the head

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of the line, to the place that was hers by right. But I wasnt the one

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who pushed Hortense to tell the world about our deal. I wasnt the

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one who broke our agreement. But how can I get Iris to accept the

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truth? Shes too wounded to hear it. Iris was accusing Josphine of

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ruining her life. But its easier to accuse other people than to

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confront yourself.

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Just then, Josphine caught a glimpse of her reflection in the

caf mirror.
At first, she didnt recognize herself.

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Was that woman really Josphine Corts?

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That elegant woman in the handsome tan coat with the wide

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