Shari draped herself lazily upon her unmade bed. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. Now tell them why. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. Michelle found herself drowning in finals, and Lucy walked home alone the last week in obscurity and peace. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. ’ Lucy giggled.
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