Without turning, he heard her,
a willowy-whispery slip of a thing:
“Is it very dark at the other end of your tube?”
He wondered if there was a right answer.
He simply said, “Come with me.”
And she did.
Without turning, he heard her,
a willowy-whispery slip of a thing:
“Is it very dark at the other end of your tube?”
He wondered if there was a right answer.
He simply said, “Come with me.”
And she did.