They had been informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face. She pulled away from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment. "Give me the link," cried Jonathan. If only Gerald would come. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. “Oh, we are also under the spell,” he declared, “but I think that we are here mainly because it is cheap.
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