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I suppose I can admit now I was a little bit in love with Emma Bentley. Emma who was only ten years old and shed her inhibitions like drops of water from an ice cube. I was the same age and had lived in Statton all my life. It was one of those small unobtrusive [...]

Her window stands across the street, framed by white wood, by bricks, fawn shaded in the dimming evening light. Curtains are there, half-closed. A gentle breeze stirs them back and forth. The same breeze moves a tree branch and the leaves sway to and fro, occasionally obscuring then revealing the shadowed space beyond. My eyes [...]