Shame
and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly
from him in a flash flood. The stage manager came out
from the wings, and taking her hand led her off. “It is your sister and her husband,” he said. I suppose you came right out and asked
him about his family?’
‘Nothing of the sort. When you don’t
have any fingers left, I take a toe. The love-songs of all the ages were
singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and
the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her
mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Or, better still, put all my clothes in the trunk. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft
blackness. He turned round
toward her and found her looking at him and standing very still. You sing better than
Annabel ever did, you have even a better style. "Do you think I'd part with
the sweetest morsel of revenge on those terms? No! But I'll have the secret out of
you by other means. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
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