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She thickened his sleep with morphine.
Louise looked at the shape delineated by the firelight. A flat slug with a ragged red tail, the dead leaf of a succulent. Edward’s tongue.
She slipped three feet on an apple that squelched beneath her footfall, wheeling her arms and seizing a branch that took a bite of her palm in exchange for balance.
She wanted to put a blanket over him, but when she bent her knees to lower his body, they kept bending, and she was on the floor with her head inclined into Edward’s hip, the bone there communicating with her skull at the forehead.
