One with the appearance of a
bald little gnome yawned agonizingly. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment
looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily
blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but
by no means contemptible reputation of his own. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of
course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so
she can’t exactly complain. “Yes. When it came time to eat once again,
she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the
city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. “Ungracious little beast, I call her. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. It
isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s
something—something living and understanding in you. ’
The couple on the sofa stared at her blankly.
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