[ He tucks away the book. Time moves like a skipped stone while he's reading, but he has the sense she's late—that he's lingered too long in the collection of poems. He nods to one of the armchairs: have a seat.
His expression, for the moment, is watchful. His gaze glued to her. ] What'd you do with all that money?
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His expression, for the moment, is watchful. His gaze glued to her. ] What'd you do with all that money?