“Thesun。”sheremarkedirrelevantly。”hasburntyou。I’mgettingdown。”
Sheswungherselfdownintomyarms，andstoodbesidemefacetoface。
“Where’sCothope？”sheasked。
“Gone。”
Hereyesflittedtothepavilionandbacktome。Westoodclosetogether，extraordinarilyintimate，andextraordinarilyapart。