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They turned left at a branch and ended up in a large but nearly
deserted room filled to excess with leather furniture and plush wall to
wall carpeting. Two young men sat talking in the corner beside busts of
Cervantes, Donatello and Da Vinci. The sculpted Italian masters imparted a
sense of dignity to the room. Lydia let go of Daniel’s hand and looked about.
“Nice study,” she commented wryly, brushing wisps of hair from her
forehead.
“Yeah.” He pointed at his painting, recently hung over a real fireplace
of enormous dimensions. They strolled over to the picture. It was a small
portrait of a nude blonde woman reaching up on her tiptoes for the highest
level of a kitchen cupboard. Something flickered briefly across Lydia’s eyes
before vanishing. Daniel wondered what it was.

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