Blood From a Stone (248 page)

H
e
w
as
o
v
e
r
w
he
l
m
ed
w
it
h
t
he
r
ea
li
z
a
ti
on
t
hat she had no
i
dea
of
any of
it
.
A
nd
w
it
h
t
hat
ca
m
e
t
he one s
i
m
p
l
e
tr
u
t
h:
t
hat
she
d
i
dn
’
t
l
o
v
e
h
i
m
f
or
any past
titl
es
he
’
d
he
l
d,
or
h
i
s
m
one
y
…or
an
y
t
h
i
ng e
l
se.
S
he
s
i
m
p
l
y
l
o
v
ed
h
i
m
.
A
nd
t
hat
t
hou
g
ht
w
a
r
m
ed h
i
m
t
o
t
he
v
e
r
y
co
r
e of
h
i
s be
i
n
g
.

“When
w
e
g
et
back ho
m
e,”
she
be
g
an,
b
u
t
he
qu
i
c
k
l
y s
il
enced her
w
it
h h
i
s
fi
n
g
e
r
s
t
o her
li
ps.

“
N
O
t
a
l
k
i
ng about
w
hen
w
e
g
et
ho
m
e.
T
o
n
i
g
h
t
…
it’
s
j
ust
y
ou
and
m
e.
We
’r
e
he
r
e
i
n
E
u
r
ope
t
o
g
e
t
her
and as
f
ar
as
w
e
’r
e conce
r
ned
t
he
r
e
i
s
no
t
h
i
ng
e
l
se.
D
ea
l
?”

S
he
paused
f
or
a
m
o
m
en
t
,
s
m
il
ed
and
f
ina
ll
y
no
d
ded.
“
D
ea
l
.”

             
T
he
w
a
itr
ess
b
r
ou
g
ht
t
he
i
r
f
ood
and
t
h
ey
l
au
g
hed
and
t
a
l
k
ed
f
or
t
he
be
tt
er  pa
r
t
of  ano
t
her 
t
w
o  hou
r
s  ab
o
ut e
v
e
r
y
t
h
i
ng 
fr
om
pe
r
sonal
t
as
t
es
t
o  ch
il
dhood 
m
e
m
o
r
i
es, 
t
o cu
r
r
ent
a
ff
a
ir
s,
be
f
o
r
e
t
hey
g
ot
up
and
headed
out
i
n
t
o
t
he ch
ill
y
n
i
g
ht
a
ir
, hand
i
n hand.

“We
ll
,
M
i
ss
D
a
lt
on…
I
’
d
say
I
’
v
e
g
o
tt
en
t
o
k
now
y
ou qu
it
e
a
b
i
t
be
tt
er
i
n
t
he
past
coup
l
e
of
hou
r
s.
Wou
l
d
y
ou
li
k
e
t
o
w
a
l
k
a
l
ong
t
he
ba
y
?
I
k
now
it’
s
co
l
d,
but
t
he
l
i
g
h
t
s
a
r
e beau
tif
ul
and
t
he s
ky
’
s
c
l
ea
r
.”

“
A
bso
l
u
t
e
l
y
.
B
ut
I
m
ay ha
v
e
t
o
ask
y
ou
t
o
k
eep
m
e
w
a
r
m
,” she
l
au
g
hed.

“
T
hat
i
s
no
p
r
ob
l
em
w
ha
t
soe
v
e
r
,
m
y
l
a
d
y
,”
he
sa
i
d,
w
r
y
l
y
,
pu
lli
ng her
next
t
o
h
i
m
as
t
hey
w
a
l
k
ed
a
l
ong
f
or
a
g
ood qua
rt
er
m
il
e
be
f
o
r
e
fi
na
ll
y s
l
o
w
i
ng do
w
n
a
b
i
t
t
o
t
a
k
e
i
n
t
he
v
i
ew
of
t
he
li
g
h
t
s
on
t
he
w
a
t
e
r
.

“
S
o
t
hen,
w
he
r
e do
w
e
g
o
t
o
m
o
rr
o
w
?”

“We
ll
,
w
e
can
v
i
s
i
t
C
a
r
d
if
f
C
as
tl
e
here
i
n
t
o
w
n
and
t
he
N
a
ti
onal
Museu
m
….or
r
ent
a
car
and d
ri
v
e
o
v
er
t
o
S
t
onehen
g
e
i
f
t
he
w
ea
t
he
r’
s
g
ood.
I
t’
s
a
f
ew
hou
r
s
fr
om he
r
e.
T
he
r
e
’
s
no
sho
rt
a
g
e
of
t
h
i
n
g
s
t
o
do,
a
lt
hou
g
h
I
’
d
s
ay none
of
t
hem
can
co
m
pa
r
e
t
o
w
hat
I
ha
v
e
i
n
m
i
nd
back
i
n
our
r
oo
m
.”
H
e
w
i
n
k
ed
at
her
p
l
a
y
f
u
ll
y
and
t
hen
s
t
opped
su
d
den
l
y as
a se
ri
ous
l
ook
c
r
ossed
h
i
s
f
ea
t
u
r
es.
“
T
hat
i
n
m
i
nd…I ha
v
e so
m
e
t
h
i
ng
f
or
y
ou.”