"Something wrong?" she asked, deciding to get to the heart of the matter.
Might as well lay it all out on the table.  At least then they would both
know exactly what and how the other was feeling and thinking.


"What could possibly be wrong?" Anya asked  "You're dead and yet standing
here in front of me and wearing a wedding ring from someone that carried a
torch for Miss Walker since that day in Ireland."

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