when I was five. She had felt very uncomfortable around him, grotesque. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. A shudder rippled across his shoulders. She walked back to the car. The atmosphere at dinner was not propitious. Unless he can arise from the bottom of the Thames, where he and his abhorred father lie buried, you will never behold him again in this world. Let’s face it, she hates Missy’s guts. Her hormones were raging stupidly. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand.
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