Urn Burial
“You dance very well.’126‘Only with you. You’re as light as the feathers in your hair.’Phryne smiled and noticed that her partner, who was leading, was moving them unobtrusively towards the door into the little parlour. As they passed under the carved Gothic lintel, the record wound to a close, but Gerald did not release his hold. ‘Beautiful Phryne,’ said the young man very softly. ‘Most beautiful lady.’‘Exceptionally decorative Gerald,’ she replied. ‘Let me come to your room tonight,’ he whispe...red. ‘Last time, we were interrupted.’‘So we were,’ she agreed. ‘I’ll think about it,’ she temporised. ‘This is a strange gathering and I’m worried about what happened to Lina. I don’t know if I’m really in the mood, Gerald.’‘I can change your mood,’ he said confidently. ‘Can you, indeed? Perhaps,’ she said. The music started again, a slow foxtrot, and Gerald gathered her close. There was little light in the small parlour, just a shaded pink lamp on one Victorian table.MoreLess
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