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Forgetfulness
Forgetfulness | Ward Just
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Thomas Railles, an American expatriate and former odd-jobber for the CIA, is a successful painter living with his beloved wife, Florette, in a small village in the Pyrenees. On an ordinary autumn day, Florette goes for a walk in the hills and is killed by unknown assailants. Was her death simply a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or was it somehow connected to Thomass work with the CIA? When French officials detain four Moroccan terrorists and charge them with Florettes murder, Thomas is invited by his boyhood friend (and former agency handler) Bernhard to witness the interrogation. Thomas's search for answers in this shadow world will lead him to a confrontation that will change him forever.
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TheBookgeekFrau
Forgetfulness | Ward Just
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Leftcoastzen Why did I go to the kitchen?🤔😂 5y
TheBookgeekFrau @Leftcoastzen That's what we all say; so maybe it's actually the KITCHEN and NOT us! 🧐🤣 5y
CarolynM Sad but true😂 5y
Crazeedi This happens with regularity, 😒 5y
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MicheleinPhilly
Forgetfulness | Ward Just
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And the swap gift that I left on the coffee table. 😕 I got glitter on my face for that. #phillymeetup2

Cathythoughts Oh dear ! That‘s excitement for you ... 😘 6y
Cinfhen It‘s pouring in NY today ~ what‘s the weather like in philly?? Can‘t believe #meetup was last week 6y
MicheleinPhilly @cinfhen Pouring. 😕 6y
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Cinfhen So glad we had a perfect day last week 💚 6y
MicheleinPhilly @cinfhen We would have been screwed! 6y
Cinfhen We just would have gone to your place 😘😘 6y
MicheleinPhilly @cinfhen HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 6y
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GoneFishing
Forgetfulness | Ward Just

What brings us anywhere? You take one turn instead of another, you meet one woman instead of another, you have good health or you don't, luck vies with misfortune, you break down and arrive at Bellevue in your bathrobe on a Saturday morning or - what was his father's antique phrase - you pulled up your socks and got on with things. Your heart adapted to changing times. Your body did. Or it did not and you passed your days in a muffler of regret...