The one thing he saw clearly was that she was
wearing a dark-blue dress and a sprigged hat - it was exactly the sort of
outfit he had imagined her wearing on the stand in Denver. He didnt know if
that had been his intention or not, but it surely did seem like a hell of a
good idea, because if there had ever been a time to exeunt stage left, this was
it. There was an old strip of
towelling hung from a hook in the entryway, and after hanging up his dripping
coat and removing his boots, he used it to towel his dark-blonde hair
dry. "He spoke rapidly, urgently, eyes flashing, riveted on her face - he
was positive in that moment that his life might depend on what he was able to
say in the next twenty seconds.
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