Say something. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. He had an appointment in Jersey, you know, after he left the army. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. Go quickly and call him. gutenberg. Sniveling brats, little fatherless bastards, you should breathe a sigh of relief. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart.
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