She heard the sounds of Rhea scuttling about, and then feeding, brutally. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them. . ’ ‘Damnation!’ Gerald burst out, crossing towards her. She had very frizzy hair indeed, very black eyebrows, a profusion of metallic adornments about her neck and waist, and an engaging smile. At least the sun would not be as bright, which was a welcome reprieve from the mercilessly bright early summer days which had invigorated every man, woman, and child in the suburbs but were wearing Lucy down into acute fatigue, along with her hunger.
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