She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. She brought the cups of cocoa back to the bedroom. Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me. Who is it?” “Your brother Mike!” Michelle chirruped, sounding uncannily like her mother Diane. ’ ‘Then you’re mad,’ Roding said flatly, and suddenly grinned. "Don't disturb yourself," continued the other, nowise disconcerted by the rebuke.
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