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the occa-sional stranger. But she was committing herself in a way the old Elin would never have dared,
letting Tory past her de-fenses, laying herself open to pain and hurt. Trusting him. He was a part of her
now. And everything was transformed, made new and wonderful.



Until they were right at the brink of orgasm, the both of them, and half delirious, she could let herself go,
murmuring, "I love you, love you, God I love youтАж" And just as she climaxed, Tory stiffened and threw
his head back, and in a voice that was wrenched from the depths of passion, whis-pered, "CoralтАж"



Half blind with fury, Elin strode through a residential settlement. The huts glowed softly from the
holotapes playing within-diffuse, scattered rainbow patterns unreadable out-side their fields of focus.
She'd left Tory behind, bewildered, two terraces above.



Elin halted before one hut, stood indecisively. Finally, because she had to talk to somebody, she rapped
on the lintel.



Father Landis stuck her head out the doorway, blinked sleepily. "Oh, it's you, Donnelly. What do you
want?"



To her absolute horror, Elin broke into tears.



Landis emerged, zipping up her jumpsuit. She cuddled Elin in her arms, made soothing noises, listened to
her story.



"Coral," Landis said. "Ahhhh. Suddenly everything falls into place."



"Well, I wish you'd tell me, then!" She tried to blink away the angry tears. Her face felt red and raw and
ugly; the wet ware paint was all smeared.
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"Patience, child." Landis sat down cross-legged beside the hut, patted the ground beside her. "Sit here
and pretend that I'm your mommy, and I'll tell you a story."