The strong
fingers of one hand secured both her wrists there, and Melusine found herself
chest to chest with him as he threw off his hat, and began to pat at her petticoat,
searching for tell-tale protrusions. The sun was setting when she
carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their
remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale
chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of
mildewy lettuce. He had brought the shrubs down from Syria,
and, strangely enough, they had prospered. Most of my people are upstairs dressing for dinner. ”
“Isn’t that a little extreme?”
“I am an extreme person at times. And now—
I suppose I should be considered too old. F. ”
“You are not a coward,” she repeated, “or you would not be my friend.
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