She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. . Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. ’ Gerald laughed. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. He had bled everywhere, but she had struck when the opportunity was ripe.
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