Over dessert (the Starlite's famous strawberryshortcake), Frank asked if I was seeing anyone. I reached for theshower-handle, then stopped. There was acrash and a series of thuds as a bigger branch struck the roof and wentrolling down it. Adding Kyra made it all seemmore natural, less of an intrusion on my part.
The youth came over and craned confidential y across the bar, leaning on one hand and swabbing at the oilcloth with the rag he held in the other. Villageburger, Audrey, he said. the soup kitchens. Better than I was, actually.
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