97 “For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to one side. It was empty. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. I did not reckon upon—him. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. I could not hear his heart beat. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. . The rest was easy. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. ” Anna was speechless, but she had presence of mind enough to sit still until she had recovered herself.
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