She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. Mike sat down, his body too large for the petite blue couch. She was dropped off at 2:30 at Whitefield Park, a huge extravagantly lit field in the new part of town. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion.
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