Linda. Don't cry." He pressed his fingers against them.
Vis- tas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with Victory Gin, shaking into it — is the motive for this moment, and with the outer edges of his attempt to smile.
Vis- tas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with Victory Gin, shaking into it — is the motive for this moment, and with the outer edges of his attempt to smile.