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you into bed. You'll probably remember after a while.' She looked at him, her eyes thoughtful. 'But you're
particularly receptive. A sensitive, I should think.'

He shrugged his shoulders. 'I don't know what you mean.'

Her mouth crimped slightly at one corner. Jesse had the feeling that she understood him very well indeed and
was amused by his prevarication. Abruptly he changed the subject. 'Where's Sarah?'

'Gone to do some errands. She'll be back soon.'

'I'll wait to say goodbye.'
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'Where will you go?'

Again he shrugged. 'I'm following the river.'

'For the summer?'

'More or less.'

'If you want to take a break --' She hesitated and bit her lip. It was the first time he'd seen her at a loss, and
suddenly he anticipated her next words.

'No!' he snapped. 'I don't need a job.' Stupid, he thought. These people would pay well. A day or two couldn't
hurt, could it? A few pounds put aside, a couple of new books, maybe even a second-hand jumper and a warm
anorak for the winter ... Sarah's face flashed across his mind. He pushed back his chair and stood, upsetting
his glass of lemonade.

'Sorry,' he said as he hurried to the sink.

'Not a job,' Sarah's mother said. 'A refuge.'

He stared at her, cloth in hand. He could hear the loud ticking of the ceramic clock on the wall.

She quoted quietly:

'Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,

Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.'

'You've been going through my things!' Jesse said.

Her smile was patient. 'I wouldn't do that. None of us would. The Tempest is one of my favourite plays. I acted
in it at university.'

'Sorry,' he muttered again, not entirely reassured. The very play that he was reading now, and some of his own
favourite lines. Experience had taught him to mistrust coincidence.

She rose and began to clear the table.