“It could be done.”
“Maybe.... No, it wouldn’t work.”
“Why?”
“It just wouldn’t be practical.”
No, she thought, it wouldn’t be practical.
Then the passion came back to them and she almost forgot his withdrawal. She fell back onto the pillows, his body over hers.
He whispered in her ear, “You know I really have to leave after this.”
“Of course you must,” said Carla, dying gently.
3
THE YELLOW WOOD