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Bathepresent
"Reya,you''''reoutinthewindagaindressedlikethat.Ifyoucatchacold,Idon''''thavetimetotakeyoutothehospital."
Adeep,metallicvoice,roughenedbyyearsbutsoftehaffe,driftedupfromthecourtyardbelow.
Reyaleanedoverthewrought-ironbalyrailingandpeereddown.
TherestoodLu,hiswhiteathletiktopgingtohissweat-slickedskin,thefabricsheerwhereitg,outliningthehardridgesofhischestandshoulders.
Evenatforty,themanwasstilcatch,thoughnooneseemediedincatghim.
Reya''''slipscurvedintoadimpledsmileasshewaved."Go,Dad."
Lu''''sthinlipsquirkedupwardashetookinthesightofher—longhairtossinglikeseaweedinthewind,makingherlooklikeasirenpoisedonhercliff,luringsailorstotheirdoom.Hecouldalmostheartheuhlysong.
"Gobasideadressed.We''''rehavingbreakfasttogethertoday."
"Okay,Dad!"Shebouncedawayfromthebalyrail,vanishingintotheroomwithlight,eagersteps.
Lately,Luhadbeenedbyanothermajorcase,leavingnotimefordaysoff.Mostms,Reyafriedherowneggs,thoughtheyurquiteright—neverasgoldenandcrispattheedgesasLu''''s,htheyolkperfectlyroundlikeafullmoon.Heneverhadtimetoteachher,andshenevermaomastertheheat.
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