He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. She had seen for herself right up in the bedroom window with her binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night, right with her own eyes. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava.
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