“Say, Erma...”
“Yes?”
“The... uh...”
Breaking off. Sick. No, not unwell because the boy smiles, mischievous, wilful.
“Go ahead, Roland, spit it out.”
“The... kiss from the other day... You know, when I didn’t want to stay at Jaspar’s?”
“Ah!...”
“Well... I liked it... I was thinking that if that’s how you react to convince me, well I may not agree with you often...”
Adam was drawn to the void like a moth by the glow of a light bulb. Walking along the ravine was dangerous, but they had no choice. According to Roland, they had to approach Andover. With a little luck, they could sleep on the outskirts of the town and use the money Jaspar generously gave them to buy fresh bread.
The night before, they had made a meal of the loaf given by the old farmer, to the point that they did
