The single lamp shed a pool of light, leaving the couch in semi-darkness. Eyes closed, Leini reclined against its armrest, struggling for breath. Her hair was a likely mess. The buttons on her blouse were undone, skirt bunched around her waist. With arms around Bill, she held him to her, respondi...
His freckled face and shock of sandy brown hair made him stand out in the crowd. He slapped her on the back when she caught up to him, a comradely greeting, more vigorous than warm. Grabbing her carryall, he hurried ahead, leaving her to weave her way, almost running not to lose him in the crowd....