There's a couch, dining table, everything else that would be expected to be in a place where people live. Just nothing that suggests anyone actually does live there.
"Yeah, well. Whose fault is that?"
Wilford returns with an iPad and a yellow envelope. The iPad probably needs to be charged, but it has the cord with it.
He hands both to Tess.
"You are Marilee Barnum," he says. "From East Carraway. Your husband is a retired Army colonel, and he's gone for six months a year during the winter, leading the One Percent on African safaris."
In the envelope, Tess will find everything she'll need to become Marilee Barnum. Drivers license, passport, insurance info, social security. The whole shebang.
Wilford plucks a pair of glasses with fake lenses from his shirt pocket and hands them over. Tess will never look like Nichola, but at least she can hide her face with some cat-eye glasses.
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"Yeah, well. Whose fault is that?"
Wilford returns with an iPad and a yellow envelope. The iPad probably needs to be charged, but it has the cord with it.
He hands both to Tess.
"You are Marilee Barnum," he says. "From East Carraway. Your husband is a retired Army colonel, and he's gone for six months a year during the winter, leading the One Percent on African safaris."
In the envelope, Tess will find everything she'll need to become Marilee Barnum. Drivers license, passport, insurance info, social security. The whole shebang.
Wilford plucks a pair of glasses with fake lenses from his shirt pocket and hands them over. Tess will never look like Nichola, but at least she can hide her face with some cat-eye glasses.