The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich to the stall as to command all that it had to offer. She winced when first she heard the preparation-room door open and Capes came down the laboratory; but when at last he reached her she was self-possessed. “Michelle, it’s me, Lucy.
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