’ Tears glistened in her eyes. ‘Me, I do not need the help of anyone. “Believe what, Michelle?” Lucy asked. Born on a South Sea island, she said. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. Tell Lucy about the time you were nine years old and blew up the house, John. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava.
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