Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. “My Mom was a good lady. For a moment she too had started and faltered in her exit from the room. " At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town.
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