He stood outside of the car, bewildered, as she walked up to the BMW’s front bumper. Rollo barked. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. Stanley, standing up with a sudden geniality and rubbing his hands together.
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