<> Hopdance Linen Hall Library 1970 Linen Hall Library Tuesday, April 26, 2016 TIFF Parker007 Manuscript Leg, Doctor English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/parker007 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Parker007_0.jpg LHL Archive - 5 - The wooden, seat brimmed with raindrops which glistened into thick wet smears when he brushed at it with his handkerchief, They sat together beneath the black umbrella. -You don't seem all that keen. Not anymore, she said. -My leg's sore again today. -Same place? She gently clasped the front of his knee and rubbed it, Her eyes were dry now, -I was wondering, she said. What you thought. About getting summer jobs together. -I feel total lassitude. Soaked right through in it. All the time now. My leg feels kind of hollow inside. -Is this helping it? Her hand made an even rustle against the knee of his trousers. The rain murmured down, drips falling off the dark red brick in a multitude of rhythms. -You still haven't said. She spoke carefully. Whether we're breaking it off. Or what. -I suppose we are, Prudence. He held his breath. -You seem to be losing interest, I know that much. -Your ears move up and down when you're talking, did you know that? -You just won't ever be serious about it. -There's a sort of gentle twitching under your hair, like two field mice. Oh, God. -You ought to see a doctor about that leg. Text