”“Go?” Susan asked. Will took a step forward. The air filling the enclosing semicircle of the falls was further thickened by an uprushing mist that looked like steam; in it half a dozen moonbows gleamed like gaudy, interlocking dream-jewelry. ’ Then Jake will step into the aisle and have his turn.
“They got no respect,” the old bastard said thickly. No such thing, she thought right back at him. diddling the lock. I think even making him stop is second to that on my wish-list.
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