CF-107 Dune Lovers
Dune Lovers
Continental Flair
(same as NM-193)
CF-107
Anonymous
$3.95
Excerpt
Andre sat on the edge of the bed and took the boy’s hand. It was hot and dry. It closed desperately around Andre’s hand.
“Where am I?” the boy asked, in classic tradition.
Andre patted his hand.
“In Lord Randall Farrmore’s country house,” he told the boy. “Your warm and dry, and in good hands.” He smiled gently to reassure the boy.
The boy relaxed somewhat.
“I wish to thank you,” he said, in oddly formal English. Andre detected a trace of an accent.
“It was our pleasure,” he replied. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind telling us how you came to be here.”
The boy turned his face to the wall. “I cannot. I would if I could.”
“Can you at least tell us your name?” Randall broke in. “After all, we can’t call you what’s-your-name all the time.”
The boy grinned weakly at that. “Carlos Monteiro.”
The two men raised their eyebrows at each other.
Andre continued holding Carlos’ hand.
“Well,” he said, giving it a little squeeze, “what’ ever else, you’re out of that storm. Maybe later you’ll tell us why you came here.”
“Oh, that,” said Carlos. “Because I saw your lights. I did not know there was a house in this direction.”
The men were more and more intrigued, but they did not press the point. Randall told Carlos he would have a tray sent up, if the boy felt up to eating.
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