He’s just. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. “Does he ever ask about me?” She asked, feeling like a cuckolded old maid. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. Her foster parents had attended the concert in their finest clothes, Cathy in a new JC Penney dress, Larry in a suit that was too small. "What say you to carrying her off, Captain?" suggested Blueskin. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch.
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