’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. He could not kiss Ruth. “What do we want? What is the goal?” asked Ann Veronica.
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