The spectacle seemed to afford as much amusement to Jonathan as to the actors engaged in it. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. Nowhere could he see that reaching, menacing Hand. He had hurt her.
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