Chapter 88

Had Marie seen this picture, or just the envelope with my name on it? Had the picture given anything away if she had seen it? Was there really anything to give away?

“Thank you,” I said, then simply, “I’m very sorry for your loss.”

She nodded, turned, and walked away. Maka hung back for just a minute, then, without looking up at us, turned and followed her.

“Whatever is it?” Marzipan asked.

“Hand me that bottle of wine.” I said, handing her the envelope. “I’ll trade you.”

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