“Are you going to publish it?” “Not without your consent.” Rickey looked up at the crimson canopy and considered the matter. He was very comfortable, and the center of the stage was his. “Publish it under Virginia’s name and mine,” he cried. “She deserves it.” “I don’t want my name on it, Rickey, dear.” “You must!” “She’d rather not, old man,” Michael told him. “It will be enough for her to know that she helped.” In the days that followed there were plans for the wedding. The sooner the better, everybody said. Virg…
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