“He sent you? Of course, he wouldn’t come himself. He couldn’t”Is this bitterness in her voice, or passion? She goes on:
“It just wouldn’t be wise.”
You say nothing, neither admit nor deny. And, if you have read this fragment of the story correctly, in a way he did send you.
She looks intensely at you.
“Not now. Not here. Something has come up. Tomorrow in the park outside the East Wall. In the evening. At six.”
And she is gone.
1 comment:
I'm thinking about the identity of that Lucy, maybe in another life was she called Effie? There's always a man who cannot come, wisely apart. Funny.
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