She watched
them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window
until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched
upon. Everybody breathed
a collective sigh of relief in the neighborhood, no one
wanted to see how those kids would grow up. Shy,
grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. “Go on!”
“People talked to you in Paris about us,” she continued, “about Anna the
virtuous and Annabel the rake. ”
“I thought I explained—”
“Come home!”
Ann Veronica shrugged her shoulders. She got to the driveway and was
semi-surprised to see that his car was gone. How little he
knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that
her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on
this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an
aunt in the States. “I know the place you mean—very good cooking for such
an out-of-the-way show. ‘What Frenchman would that be, missie? We
ain’t let no one escape. ” Michelle reported. She proceeded
to lift the front end of the car five feet from the ground
with one hand.
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