“It spreads like wildfire. The piece, in three movements, was short enough anyway. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements. And I have no more the pistol. He looked distant, irritated. She crept behind the open door and pounced on him when he came out of the bathroom, knocking him onto the floor with a loud thud.
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