““Ruthless!' She pretended to shiver. 'I have never seen you be ruthless, I don't think, Thomas. I am very much interested in this new facet of your personality.' Thomas quietly rubbed at the head of his cane. She was beautiful, this woman. Perfect, really. Tall and slender, her hands like a choreographed ballet as they slid against her thigh one moment, and then brushed at her hair which was never out of place. Perfect, everything about her. But suddenly Thomas realized that perfection was not always pure. Amelia's perfection, in that instant, seemed tainted. As if perhaps her perfection had come from some other source than God.””
