Lucy entered and Mike followed. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. “Thank you, ma’am. John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. “You are their friend, then?” “I am,” Courtlaw answered. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her.
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