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Meggie
leaned
against
the
door
,
limp
with
relief
;
if
it
meant
she
did
n't
eat
again
until
she
was
back
in
Dunny
,
she
was
n't
venturing
to
the
dining
room
.
Luckily
the
publican
had
put
her
right
next
to
the
women
's
bathroom
,
so
she
ought
to
be
able
to
make
that
journey
when
necessary
.
The
moment
she
thought
her
legs
would
hold
her
up
she
wobbled
to
the
bed
and
sat
on
it
,
her
head
bowed
,
looking
at
her
quivering
hands
.
All
the
way
down
she
had
thought
about
the
best
way
of
going
about
it
,
and
everything
in
her
cried
,
Quickly
,
quickly
!
Until
coming
to
live
at
Himmelhoch
she
had
never
read
a
description
of
a
seduction
,
and
even
now
,
armed
with
several
such
recountings
,
she
was
n't
confident
of
her
ability
to
go
about
one
herself
.
But
that
was
what
she
had
to
do
,
for
she
knew
once
she
started
to
talk
to
Luke
it
would
be
all
over
.
Her
tongue
itched
to
tell
him
what
she
really
thought
of
him
.
But
more
than
that
,
the
desire
to
be
back
on
Drogheda
with
Ralph
's
baby
made
safe
consumed
her
.
Shivering
in
the
sultry
sugary
air
she
took
off
her
clothes
and
lay
down
on
the
bed
,
eyes
closed
,
willing
herself
not
to
think
beyond
the
expediency
of
making
Ralph
's
baby
safe
.
The
footballers
did
n't
worry
Luke
at
all
when
he
entered
the
pub
alone
at
nine
o'clock
;
by
then
most
of
them
were
insensible
,
and
the
few
still
on
their
feet
were
too
far
gone
to
notice
anything
farther
away
than
their
beer
glasses
.
Luddie
had
been
exactly
right
;
at
the
end
of
his
week
's
stint
as
cook
Luke
was
rested
,
eager
for
a
change
and
oozing
goodwill
.
When
Braun
's
young
son
had
brought
Meggie
's
message
down
to
the
barracks
he
was
just
washing
the
last
of
the
supper
dishes
and
planning
to
cycle
into
Ingham
,
join
Arne
and
the
blokes
on
their
customary
Saturday-night
binge
.
The
prospect
of
Meggie
was
a
very
agreeable
alternative
;
ever
since
that
holiday
on
the
Atherton
he
had
found
himself
wanting
her
occasionally
in
spite
of
his
physical
exhaustion
.
Only
his
horror
of
starting
her
off
on
the
let
's
-
settle-down-in-our-own-home
cry
had
kept
him
away
from
Himmelhoch
whenever
he
was
near
Dunny
.
But
now
she
had
come
to
him
,
and
he
was
not
at
all
averse
to
a
night
in
bed
.
So
he
finished
the
dishes
in
a
hurry
,
and
was
lucky
enough
to
be
picked
up
by
a
truck
after
he
had
pedaled
a
scant
half
mile
.
But
as
he
walked
his
bike
the
three
blocks
from
where
his
ride
had
dropped
him
to
the
pub
where
Meggie
was
staying
,
some
of
his
anticipation
flattened
.
All
the
chemist
shops
were
closed
,
and
he
did
n't
have
any
French
letters
.
He
stopped
,
stared
in
a
window
full
of
moth-eaten
,
heat-stippled
chocolates
and
dead
blowflies
,
then
shrugged
.
Well
,
he
'd
just
have
to
take
his
chances
.
It
would
only
be
tonight
,
and
if
there
was
a
baby
,
with
any
luck
it
would
be
a
boy
this
time
.
Meggie
jumped
nervously
when
she
heard
his
knock
,
got
off
the
bed
and
padded
over
to
the
door
.
"
Who
is
it
?
"
she
called
.
"
Luke
,
"
came
his
voice
.
She
turned
the
key
,
opened
the
door
a
tiny
way
,
and
stepped
behind
it
as
Luke
pushed
it
wider
.
The
moment
he
was
inside
she
slammed
it
shut
,
and
stood
looking
at
him
.
He
looked
at
her
;
at
the
breasts
which
were
bigger
,
rounder
,
more
enticing
than
ever
,
the
nipples
no
longer
pale
pink
but
a
rich
dark
red
from
the
baby
.
If
he
had
been
in
need
of
stimuli
they
were
more
than
adequate
;
he
reached
out
to
pick
her
up
,
and
carried
her
to
the
bed
.
By
daylight
she
still
had
n't
spoken
a
word
,
though
her
touch
had
welcomed
him
to
a
pitch
of
fevered
want
he
had
never
before
experienced
.
Now
she
lay
moved
away
from
him
,
and
curiously
divorced
from
him
.
