[{"node":{"title":"Parker007","Collections":"Hopdance","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1970","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Tuesday, April 26, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Parker007","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Leg, Doctor","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/parker007","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Parker007_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff- 5 -\n\n The wooden, seat brimmed with raindrops which glistened into thick wet\nsmears when he brushed at it with his handkerchief, They sat together\nbeneath the black umbrella.\n\n -You don't seem all that keen. Not anymore, she said.\n\n -My leg's sore again today.\n\n -Same place? She gently clasped the front of his knee and rubbed it,\nHer eyes were dry now,\n\n -I was wondering, she said. What you thought. About getting summer\njobs together.\n\n -I feel total lassitude. Soaked right through in it. All the time now.\nMy leg feels kind of hollow inside.\n\n -Is this helping it?\n\n Her hand made an even rustle against the knee of his trousers. The\nrain murmured down, drips falling off the dark red brick in a multitude of\nrhythms.\n\n -You still haven't said. She spoke carefully. Whether we're breaking it\noff. Or what.\n\n -I suppose we are, Prudence.\n\n He held his breath.\n\n -You seem to be losing interest, I know that much.\n\n -Your ears move up and down when you're talking, did you know that?\n\n -You just won't ever be serious about it.\n\n -There's a sort of gentle twitching under your hair, like two field\nmice. Oh, God.\n\n -You ought to see a doctor about that leg.\n","Type":"Text"}}]