“Blanc,” said Dolf Hershowitz brushing some fluff from his white cocktail jacket, “blanc is French for white.” Stienie Boshoff looked up from his Louis L’Amour novel. “Really? I thought ‘blanc’ was what your mind does every time the widow Klitana Nothnagel asks you to fix her plumbing.” Dolf ignored that. He put two bottles of […]
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