The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern. If you knew your aunt were alive, if she expected you, that would be different. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist.
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