There was only so long they could fill with gossip before Jack had to ask, if only to stop Gwen's eyes drilling a hole in his back.
"What's going on, Martha? What can we do?"
"Nothing, Jack."
"No, I don't believe that-" Gwen started to speak, but stopped when Martha held up a hand. Jack really needed to learn how she did that.
"There is nothing
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