And she must know she will be looking on the face of God Himself very soon. He turned back, and saw Clare’s head bobbing, sun-bleached hair plastered against her well-shaped scalp. “Don’t sulk, it’s unbecoming,” Brautigan said, giving him one of those tight-lipped smiles where he barely got his mouth over those big, horsey, comical teeth of his. There was one door leading out of the corrugated-metal shed.
Maybe they were, too. Arms drop and her stride shortens. But it wasn’t enough. The causeway ahead of them now was concrete and steel, much newer, and largely intact.
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