Francoise rolled on to her side and looked at me. 'Tell me about some other worlds,' she whispered. 'Well,' I replied. 'That's a lot to tell.'
Etienne stirred and turned over again.
I leant over and kissed Francoise. She pulled away, or laughed, or shook her head, or closed her eyes and kissed me back. Etienne woke, clasping his mouth in disbelief. Etienne slept. I slept while Francoise kissed Etienne.
Light years above our bin-liner beds and the steady rush of the surf, all these things happened.
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