His face is lost to my memory, but I still can see clearly the man behind him, his expression as full of appalled violation as my own. Miriam showed me how to extend deep, sharp treads from the soles of my boots to dig into the loose sand. The qi won’t flow. “Maybe it’s time to cut her loose.
Then he too would be one of the crew, and it would be someone else’s turn to feel like the newcomer. Not on our itinerary. I was wrong, of course. A great lunch will make her optimistic about dinner.
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