Sometimes it would be months-even a year or more-between episodes, and we would live in peace together. But then it would happen again; the silent phone calls, the too-excused absences, the late nights. Never anything so overt as another woman's perfume, or lipstick on his collar-he had discretion. But I always felt the ghost of the other woman, whoever she was; some faceless, indistinguishable She. I"
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ Drums of Autumn ]
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