![]() But why, I ask myself, have they picked on me?" "Jewel thieves or murderers?" asked Laura. Just a matter of switching clothes and wigs." Twin brothers tomorrow in Venice, or even tonight, parading arm-in-arm across the Piazza San Marco. ![]() ![]() You know what it is-they're criminals doing the sights of Europe, changing sex at each stop. "Pretend to choke," he said, "then they won't notice. Her voice broke ominously, the prelude to uncontrolled laughter, and John quickly poured some more Chianti into her glass. "They're not old girls at all," she said. She sucked in her cheeks, the first telltale sign of suppressed hysteria, and lowered her head. Laura played the oldest trick in the world and dropped her napkin, then bent to scrabble for it under her feet, sending a shooting glance over her left shoulder as she straightened once again. "That's why you can't turn round at once-it would be much too obvious." Laura, quick on cue, made an elaborate pretence of yawning, then tilted her head as though searching the skies for a nonexistent airplane. ![]() "Don't look now," John said to his wife, "but there are a couple of old girls two tables away who are trying to hypnotize me." ![]()
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