What color predominated between the two depended on what color he wore, his mood, the lighting. Graham let out a long, long sigh, and sort of spilled himself back up onto the seat. I reached out to him, half-afraid he'd move away. I started to pull him in against me for a hug, but he gave a small shake of his head.
He doesn't need to eat, Anita. I hit the button, and the phone started to ring. I turned those glowing eyes toward the grave, and Graham saw them. He's taken two of the dresser drawers over for his clothes.
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