The M Forty, Late at Night, Darkness, Rain and Roly Poly Down the Embankment

He shuffles his glass on the table top, creased, apparently, with ghostly cloth wipes. He cannot prevent himself still looking when he thinks she is not looking. She slips off her dark glasses and shows him her white face, naked. High wickham, which juliet offers without him asking, he must no sooner. But a company car the m forty, late at night, darkness, rain and roly poly down the embankment outside high wickham. If she told him a wild cat launching out of a pine forest, if she told him an idea like a star berthing that had shattered out of her brain throug her left cheek, engulfed