On special days we had homemade ice cream to go with the pie. Sylvia often would kid him about this, accusing him of having dyed his hair, of having a vanity they both knew he did not have. Then Mother drove me over to the state hospital to see her. ” I had fantasized from time to time about being a doorman at New York’s Plaza Hotel, at the south end of Central Park.
gray hair and suggesting the organized storage of a massive amount of legal knowledge and perspective. It was very generic and didn't look like anyone Bosch recognized, least of all Mora. Bosch heard her go on but wasn't really listening anymore. On the Thursday night before Kemp was murdered, Mora had worked.
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