The House In The Woods A Sexual HistoryChapter 31
I felt someone shaking me gently, and I stirred, half awake already, and opened my eyes. Em was kneeling by the sofa, and her eyes really were alive again. "I've been watching you sleep. Come upstairs," she said, her voice firmer and more familiar than I had heard it since 1973. I swallowed. Something equally familiar went 'click' inside. My tummy flipped and I made a delicious surmise. Margaret stood, and held out her hand. Even as the bedroom door closed, Em's entire demeanour...