” Anna shook her head. The threadbare remainders of the dinner discussion hovered over the topics of obsessive fans of the science fiction and horror genres. I’ve never had a homemade Thanksgiving meal like that. "What is all this, dear Winny?" inquired Thames, as soon as they were alone. ” The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe.
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