MICHAEL: MEET THE MAN WITH THE STILL, GREY EYES...

He stood behind her smoking a cigarette, the man from the house. In the early morning light, she could see his face was dark like a gypsy’s and his hair gingery brown like a ripe nut.  His eyes were grey and still and careful.  Bonnie’s heart thumped with the sudden shock of his being there – but there was something about him. She didn’t run away…

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‘What’s that?’ Bonnie said, looking into the packing crate covered with old rugs.  Michael glanced over.  ‘It’s my telescope,’ he said.  Bonnie remembered Michael’s perfect observatory with its glass dome and its telescope looking up into the sky.  ‘But Michael, why…’

He stopped his busy rushing about and looked at her. ‘I never should have let you get involved,’ he said.  ‘I must have been mad.  Your  mother was beside herself, you know. After what happened, I swore I’d never look into the sky again.’