Excerpt of The Sign of The Book by John Dunning
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"Ah," I said, mildly crushed. My pain was slightly mitigated by the
"He can't compare to you," she said. "Never could've, never
would've, though I had no way of knowing that back then. Remember two years ago
just after we met? I told you then I had known another guy long ago who
collected books. I guess I've always been attracted to book people. I couldn't
imagine I'd wind up with Tarzan of the Bookmen, swinging from one bookstore to
another on vines attached to telephone poles."
"It was written in the stars."
"I'm not complaining. But that was then, this is now. He was my first
real love and she was my best friend. More than that. She was closer than a
sister to me, we marched to the same heartbeat. I would have trusted either of
them with my life. And they had an affair behind my back."
I said "Ah" again and I squeezed her hand. "Jesus, why would
anybody do that to you?"
She shrugged. "It was a long time ago."
"And people do things," I ventured.
"Not things like that."
"So how'd you find out about it? He break down and tell you?"
"She did. Her conscience was killing her and she had to make it right
I took another guess. "So when did you find it in your heart to forgive
"You're assuming facts not in evidence, Janeway." She looked at me
across the table, and out of that superserious moment came the steely voice I
knew so well. "I'll never forgive her."
"Why doesn't matter. Look, will you do this for me or not?"
I really didn't need to think about it. The answer would have been the same
with or without the particulars. All I needed to know was that it was important
"Sure," I said.
Copyright © 2005 by John Dunning