“You look like a body in a coffin that way, Margaret,” he said, laughing. Right, those hands lying on my chest with fingers knitted might have looked a bit like that.

“I’m not here to talk about death,” I retorted, opening one eye and smirking. "I'm here to fuck. You do realize this is my last day here, right?" Raymond bent over and took me in his arms. As always, he did it so easily that it seemed that I weighed next to nothing. Raymond carried me down a short corridor and soon I felt a blow of warm air carrying the smell of the trees. He put me down...