’ He bowed slightly, and indicated the house behind them with a wave of his hand. While she worked, Melusine worried over the problem of getting Jack home. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. All he will say is that she said so—as if anyone could believe a word the girl said. Small wonder she had learned to be self-reliant. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled.
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