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Chapter Forty-Seven
The house lights came on in the theater, Fiona folded her glasses and handed them to Agata. Milos poured wine into the glasses getting them ready to serve, Mary set her knitting off to the side flexing her fingers with a smile. Ciaran grabbed a glass of the red wine and handed it to Fiona, he grabbed one for himself as well. Intermissions could be a very boring twenty minutes for him, it was enough time for people to get up and move around for a bit. Fiona hated this part, almost as much as she loved it. People greeting each other as they moved about, the moment in between when the box was empty to filling with strangers ready to meet them, it made her anxious. Ciaran came for the show, however, Fiona came for the whole thing. The show, the people, the lavishly painted ceiling, th
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