Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. Lights were on and Michelle’s mother was up, occasionally pacing as Michelle and Lucy had been gone for over two hours. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. I will take you for thirty-five shillings a week. He was staring at her, openly gaping. FOREWORD Forever Fifteen was born of a dream I had in 2002, a dream that was part nightmare.
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