CHAPTER 68
When Clara saw him again he stood still and she walked to him.
‘Lewis.’
‘I have brought you these,’ he said.
She looked at the sack he was carrying. The tiny pups were moving around in it. Their mewling sounds high pitched.
‘They will be hungry.’
‘They will,’ he said.
She put her arms around him and he felt her fingers, each one of them, on his back.
‘Thank you.’
Her breathing and the beating of her heart were loud against his chest, and after a moment, they began to coincide with his.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To Lyn Tranter, an extraordinary woman whose guidance, patience, belief and forthrightness are without equal.
Coming Rain is published because of her. My deepest respect and thanks.
Also many thanks to UWA for their support during a very difficult time in 2011.
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