” “What ball?” The question was rhetorical. " "Others may, if you won't," muttered Jack, retiring. I believe you’ve crushed a gland or something. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. ” For a time she sat on a rail before leaving the road for the downland turf. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. .
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