"Can I help you, Jack?" asked Thames, taking up a plane. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. Brendon dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand. Emile looked at her, then down, and clearly caught the bright gleam on the floor. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage.
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