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way, he d begun to believe that maybe, just maybe, it was better than doing nothing at all. He d never tell
her that, of course, in case she started to think of him as a romantic. John O Shaughnessy had a rep to keep.
Catholic Irishmen weren t a flower-in-the-hair, bright-eyed bunch. Or he liked to believe. But then again, to
his widowed father s horror, his eldest child and only son of four children had become a cook. His little
sisters all teased John about his choice of career, especially since he was a trained machinist like their da.
Oh well, to each their own path.
They better dedicate a whole city to her name, complete with wide boulevards, airy gardens and
gurgling fountains. Frankieville. Frankburg. Francine-sur-Mer. Ha.
When she let out a long string of curses, John smiled and turned away to hide what he knew was in
his eyes.
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