Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. She heard him come in; the light burned on. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. It was Blueskin.
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