“Let’s talk out here,” she said into the dark doorway. All she could see was his big pale hand resting on the edge of the door. “The sun feels so nice.” “Please,” he said, his voice strained. “I have a condition.” Patricia knew genuine distress when she heard it, but she still couldn’t make herself step inside. “Stay or go,” he said, anger edging his voice. “I can’t be in the sun.”
