My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t
much fatter. Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an
explosive retort as she eyed him. She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. ”
She blushed deeply. He added succinctly, ‘Windows are open. Deep
verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always
down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew
such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their
simplicity. When John’s parents weren’t home, they made love in
his bedroom. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots
of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. ’
‘From a convent? Even if I wished to do it, I could not. The young
lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. ” And Ann Veronica
at once went back with the hold-all, trying not to hurry indecently but to keep up
her dignified air of being a wronged person doing the right thing at a smart trot,
to pack.
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