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from “I Knew Him”

He turned the radiance of that brilliant smile around to Stevie. "Stevie, do you want to come?"

"Oh, God no," she said. "Don't get me involved in your excursions."

"Oh Stevie," Margaret said. "You really should. You don't get out half enough. And someone needs to keep them in check or the next thing we'll hear of them is being thrown into some Italian jail or worse."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, all right. But only if I'm promised dinner at The Metropole. And I don't have to go and look at any horses, or stamp sods back in place."

“Divots,” I said with mock sternness. “The word is divots.”

“I know what the word is,” she said with a saccharine smile. Claude looked thunderous, but the exchange seemed to have passed Margaret by entirely.