morning he
wanted to
get up
quickly
and find
her.Perhaps
her
absence
had made
him feel
more
insecure,but
there had
also been
something
that
night,something
in her
face,something
in the
touch of
her hand.
And the
other
thing that
he
realised
was that
summer had
truly
come. He
knew at
once that
hot smell
that
pressed
even
through
the closed
window-panes
of his
room;the
bars and
squares of
light on
the floor
when he
jumped out
of bed and
stood upon
