He pulled
on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse
logo, his brown socks, and shoes. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and
hung up until noon. “Allow me,” the doctor said, “to give you a word of advice, Miss Pellissier. You are afraid of the
warmth in your blood. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think
that I know you, do I?”
“I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be
encouraging. She had never been able to discover where her father had
hidden his shaving mirror. Part 7
For a time the biological laboratory was full of healing virtue. Michelle smiled. It felt too good. simply lost all hope. —BRENDON.
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