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meunière, no capers, sparkling water, one glass of the Sancerre.” Mr. Hess straightened Ethan’s collar without asking. “He tips well and expects to be left in peace. Don’t hover. Don’t chat. Don’t ask him how he’s enjoying it.”
“Set it down. Step back. Disappear.”
Ethan nodded. He was good at disappearing. Three weeks into continue reading …
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