The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. She dare not risk it. He was unable to possess Lucy's hand as he had in the cinema, separated by the annoying chasm between the van's plush seats. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. "That's a good story, lad. ’ ‘Hang it, Melusine!’ Losing patience, Gerald seized her by the arms. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. “Your mother was a Gypsy. Here, put it on your finger. \" \"Okay.
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