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half-asleep in the manner of dogs, for he cracked his eyes when Jesse stirred. Jesse realised what had
awakened him.

Sarah was dancing.

Jesse tried not to make a sudden movement. Breathing as lightly as possible, he carefully shifted onto his side
and propped himself on an elbow. With a feeling close to awe he quietened his mind, his noisy blood. He'd
never seen anyone dance like this.
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Sarah seemed to have grown taller. In an unbroken skein of movement she crosses and recrosses the nave of
corn. Eyes shut, she sees with hands and feet and inner sight: a dreamweaver. Her body darts and flows to a
music only she can hear, now bending, now reaching -- gliding through the weft and warp of the universe,
gathering the threads of time and space into a new pattern. Is she the dancer or the dance?

The earth slows, stops moving, turns black and cold. Against the deep velvet of space Sarah weaves a nebula
of light. Jesse reaches out a hand, certain that he can pluck one of the stars -- only one -- from the glittering
web. His fingers burn -- the icy touch of a blade -- and he jerks back with a cry.

Like a top Sarah spun to rest in the exact centre of the circle and opened her eyes, breathing gently.

'Jesse,' she said.

She smiled, came over to him, sat down, crossed her legs. Jesse thought he heard the cello again. He took a
deep breath, as much to smell her warm spicy sweat as the lavender.

'If you want to join your friends, I don't mind,' he said. 'Maybe I was a little rude.'

'They'll survive.' Sarah stroked Nubi. 'Do you know how to use a skateboard?'

'No.'

'I'll teach you.'

She stood, brushed off her shorts. She extended her hand, and after a brief hesitation Jesse let her help him to
his feet.

'My mother only asked for some information,' Sarah said. 'What happens to a minor who's homeless, who gets
to take him in, stuff like that.'

Jesse snorted. 'Forget it.'

'Was it --?' She stopped, unable to complete her question.

He looked at her with a guarded expression in his eyes. 'It's over. The rest doesn't matter.'

'The summer won't last forever.'

'Nothing lasts forever,' he said with a twist of his lips.

Sarah tossed her plait over her shoulder, a gesture that he was coming to recognise as signalling impatience or