Viewing the local antiquities

When the taxis were running again 
I had Gabrielle, and after I helped her on with her coat, I presented her with a bottle of water from the case I'd laid in on the first day the storm lifted.

"I will always think of this as John's water," she said gravely, accepting it.



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