” He coughed gently. ’ ‘Gammon!’ burst from the captain, who had just tossed off a glass of Madeira. She pawed at him, her hunger for his body making her dizzy with anticipation. “My Mom was a good lady. Others are smart but fall prey to emotional damage, the female lunar instinct of cunning that goes awry. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the silence became oppressive. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so.
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