“All right,” he said, to my astonishment. xxx18 Marcilla is waiting at the door, looking impatiently over her shoulder at me. So by afternoon I was, myself, fuming and when I got home I just wanted to put my feet up and forget Trace, but she called to nag at me and said she’d come and get me if I didn’t go. Then the pain was gone and I felt a different thing, like sweet liquid fire all over me, spreading from my head to my feet and back again, only to pulse in my centre, in my fanny, and out again. I asked her, standing with my back to her so she wouldn’t see the tears trembling in my eyes, the tears which made the door before me waver.
