While Cynthia skipping with Jeffrey was next to impossible for Dean to buy, no one could convince him she would abandon her son.
But as many times as David Dean considered picking up the telephone, it remained snuggled in its cradle unless Cynthia was answering it.
As soon as they were seated, Cynthia perused the menu, bit her lip and ordered manhattans for both of them.
In spite of his lingering and totally unfounded doubts that it was Jeffrey Byrne he was pursuing, there were far too many coincidences pointing to Cynthia Byrne's husband.
The morning dragged into lunchtime and Dean remained at Randy's urging, in hopes that Cynthia would telephone.
Then Cynthia answered her own question before biting into her toast.
She turned on her knees and vomited behind her while Cynthia closed her eyes and wept.
Neither Cynthia nor Propertius was faithful to the other.
He started to enter the first room, on the northwest corner, but Cynthia tugged him further down the hall until they reached Edith Shipton's room on the southeast corner.
He knew without Martha's map he'd never remember the various turns he and Cynthia had taken to where the skeleton had reposed for over fifty years.