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It took Julian some time to track her down - the house in the countryside wasn't meant to be found. Fortunately, Tatiane made an exception for an old friend. Over wine, they reminisced about capers that would have shocked those who knew them as the respectable grey-haired Spokesman and the reclusive lady with the lovely garden.
"Did you ever tell your wife?" she asked after her third glass.
"How could I? When what she wanted most was a child..." He sighed. "Did you ever tell Julinne that I was...?"
"She knows enough." Tatiane took his wrinkled hand. "Now, are you staying?"