And also remembering that your family does not
happen to care about me."
"They are not at home."
"I knew that, or I should not have come. I don't want to make
trouble for you, child." His voice was infinitely caressing. "As
it happens, I know your grandfather's Sunday habits, and I met your
father and mother on the road going out of town at noon. I knew
they had not come back."
"How do you know that?"
He smiled down at her. "I have ways of knowing quite a lot of
things. Especially when they are as vital to me as this few
minutes alone with you."
He bent toward her, as he sat behind the tea table.
"You know how vital this is to me, don't you?" he said. "You're
not going to cut me off, are you?"
He stood over her, big, compelling, dominant, and put his hand
under her chin.
"I am insane about you," he whispered, and waited.
Slowly, irresistibly, she lifted her face to his kiss.
CHAPTER XV
On the first day of May, William Wallace Cameron moved his trunk,
the framed photograph of his mother, eleven books, an alarm clock
and Jinx to the Boyd house. He went for two reasons. First, after
his initial call at the dreary little house, he began to realize
that something had to be done in the Boyd family.
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