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head on a newspaper?"
"Yes! It is Walter," said Tracy. "I won't wake him,
but I wonder how he liked the opera."
"Wait 'til he hears about this opera. The Magic
Loot!" snorted Priss. "Brunhild and Sig-greed!"
"Oh, I don't think you should talk about it, do you?"
"Evelyn, it was the talk of the town five minutes
after it happened."
He kissed her temples and moved his fingers slowly
along her hairline. Bedded, unclothed, the marriage of
their bodies illumined in the aura of a street light, each
looked unashamed into the eyes of the other—that most
naked intimacy that only a child or a lover can bear.
Curving her long legs over him, she held him in her
hands, and sinking down, made them, for that while,
one flesh.
And both Richard and Beanie, and their friends,
made to each other perfect sense.
chapter 31
"Miss Lattice?"