Her face looked a little sere, somehow, despite her breeziness, making one aware of the odds against fruition. They spent their afternoon on a narrow beach well within the bay. Autumn had begun. They sat on the sand, facing into an amenable sun. There was no conversation to speak of, until Ann said unrelatedly, ‘I think I have a child.’ She did not glance at him, she looked straight ahead, mildly frowning. Halloran watched her straight, brittle neck, and the brittle joy, against all reason, sustaining her mouth and the corner of the eye that he could see. ‘How do you know, Ann love? How could you know?’ ‘Don’t you know how, Halloran? Are you really that unschooled?’ ‘Something to do with bleeding, isn’t it?’ he asked softly. ‘The bleeding stops.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘But I don’t like to think of you bleeding.’ ‘It’s the way of things.’ ‘You weren’t made for the way of things. You’re a queen amongst women.’ ‘Queens and all bleed.
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