He was unable to possess Lucy's hand as he had in the cinema, separated by the annoying chasm between the van's plush seats. He looked at her, hurt. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. “He is Annabel’s husband,” she reminded him. Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. She took a shower after a particularly harsh volleyball debacle only to find that her locker had been picked and her outfit of the day, gray sweatpants and a shapeless pink sweater, were gone. “Now I suppose Brendon understands exactly what you mean,” he remarked.
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