“That must be a heckuva book,” the elderly man said. He stood before me, hand in hand with his lady friend, as they walked the boardwalk on an afternoon constitutional.
“It definitely is,” I answered, emerging from my reverie.
“I bet it’s a love story,” he said with a smile.
“Well, not exactly – not a conventional love story.” I held the book up so he could see the title. “It’s called Web of Angels and the author is Canadian…
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