Chapter Eighteen
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The long shadows of the afternoon fell across the creamy walls coloring the air with magnificent light, warming spirits tired from the day. Sausony gazed inside the studio, seeing Keith with his back to the door, at his potters wheel, his hands immersed in clay. She could hear the classical jazz on the phonograph, feel the poetry of the hour and sense the presence of something innately erotic, inherently powerful in the atmosphere that surrounded Keith Correll. She opened the door and the bell tinkled.
He didnt move.
Did he know she was there? Could he smell her perfume? Know the shape of the shadow she cast on the wall and realize whose it was? Or did he simply divine the truth from sixth sense alone?
Come here, Sausony, let me see you. He didnt bother to
