“My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. Wood scarcely knew where he was. She spied him sitting on his armless black couch, his feet splayed as he stared at his television blankly. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. She backed away, amazed as the thing buzzed loudly in the center of the room.
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