"All my life I've dreamed of something like this," he said, divertingly, with a
gesture which included the yacht. Or at least he did the day before yesterday. “So I see that you have become content with your
hardscrabble existence, your week-to-week survival, your
Martin Chen!”
“Who?”
“Your limp-wristed lover!”
“Um. I believe that I have
heard my sister speak of you. There would be
no moon. She said that in the note. To have written a short story in a
week was rather a remarkable feat. F. I have squeezed three kids into it
afore now. She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk,
unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in
kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse. She never had been much of a looker,
but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. I am very good at guessing names. You would steal from me then the only man I ever cared a
snap of the fingers about. Thankfully, he seemed pleased the
moment he saw her face, which her mother had made her
wash for weeks with the pulp of apples, orange water, and
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extract of borage among other things. “That is very nice of you,” she said.
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