"There's nothing to get," he said, his clear, empty eyes drawn back to the screen, his muscles releasing, his dormant body sagging into inertia.
Defeated by sadness, Yardena left him.
That left her alone, abandoned on the grass in the middle of the night staring at the stars with the morning wind coming off the sea and licking at her thin legs beneath her nightgown.
Sometimes, she set one ankle on the other knee and let the wind lick her thighs.
--3--"No, this is very big," said Stansfield, "we have to do something special."
"Let's go back to Spain," said Yardena.
"We will, honey," said Megan, "but not right away."
"No, I was thinking of something more immediate -- like for tonight."
"What is it, Stan?"
"I know. We'll have a special family meeting. Right after supper. We'll ask So
