she said, laughing. “Let’s just forget all about it.” She ran at him instead of away from him as she had been doing. She leaped in a shallow dive, skidding across the top of a sand dune, wrapped her arms about his ankles, bringing him down. Justine laughed again, half atop him. Nicholas spit sand out of his mouth, rolled over on his back. “Very funny!” She jumped on him, on all fours, and they spun about on the dark sand. A cool breeze came in off the sea, ruffling their hair. The porch lights from the house were diffused by the ground mist, haloed, comforting. Her face was very close to his, her eyes wide. He could see the red motes as they caught the light. Her long hair was like a bridge between them. Her long delicate fingers were on his cheeks. They had the firmness, the lightness of touch of a sculptor’s hands. “I don’t want you to be sad, Nicholas,” she said softly. He kissed her lightly. “I’m here.” “I know you are.” “It’s a big thing for me to say.
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