He said good-bye to Ginny... «Kings of the Wyld»
RamingoWS24 августа 2018He said good-bye to Ginny on the hill that ovrelooked the farm. Clay figured she would wave him off at the door, or turn back where the lane ended and the long road began, and he`d dreaded the moment like a man waiting for the black-hooded executioner to wave him onstage — Your turn, pal! But instead she led him on, speaking quietly of small things as they walked hand in hand up the slope. Before long he was nodding away, chuckling at something he wouldn`t be able to recall when he tried to later that night, and had very nearly forgotten he might never hear her voice again, or see her hair catch fire in the morning sun, as it did when they reached the summit and saw the world span gold and green beyond it. Hours earlier, both of them still awake in the grey dark before dawn, Ginny had warned him she wouldn`t cry when she said good-bye, said it wasn`t in her nature, and that didn`t mean she would miss him any less. But on the hill at sunrise, after telling him again what a good man he was, she went ahead and wept anyway, and so did he. When their tears dried she took his face in both hands and and looked hard into his eyes. "Come home to me, Clay Cooper," she told him. Come home to me. Now that he would remember, right up to the end.
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