‘Her name is Melusine Charvill,’ Gerald began. ‘How the deuce did she get out without me seeing her?’ ‘Took advantage of the distraction, cunning little devil,’ Gerald snapped, racing down the corridor. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. Folks don’t like ’em.
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