“I FIND IT ANNOYING AND UPSETTING. The phrase was a sop to conventionality, of course . Susan shifted in bed and slipped a hand deep beneath the sheet. The desert settings appear to stretch at least out as far as the orbit of the planet Neptune.
“So,” she said. Sheemie’s head was down, his shoulders slumped, his pink ’brera askew, his boots dusty. He grimaced. There had been a wary truce between the two of them since the shouting match about the shirts, and Susan didn’t want to be the one to break it.
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