On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. ‘Here you, Pottiswick. This started a thought moving. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. If and when Ray was ever found, she would be long gone and they would be unable to explain what had happened to him.
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