Mary-Clare hurried along while visions of Larry’s city rose like smiting rebukes to her heedlessness. Cheap theatres, noisy restaurants, gaudy lights.
“My dear doctor and I always planned going together,” she said brokenly. “I believe there are many cities in the city. One has to find his city for himself.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what one does.” Northrup closed his hand closer over the dead-cold one in his grasp.
“Your city, it must be wonderful.”
“It will be a haunted city, Mary-Clare.”
“Tell me about it. And tell me a little, if you don’t mind, about your people.”
The bravery was almost heart-breaking, it caused Northrup’s lips to set grimly.
“There is my mother,” he replied.
“I’m glad. You love her very much?”