“You are talking like a boy. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. He had something across his knees. ” He ducked out. “Turn me.
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