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"More bedding," he said "and another pillow"

Over to the right of the bed was an armoire I limped over to it, opened it and saw the clothes They were all women's clothes There were about a halfdozen or so pairs of shoes at the bottom too

"Who lived here?" I asked Harley He shook his head

"No one said anything towater and went back to the kitchenette to getit to me "It colass himself

I couldn't believe how thirsty I was He returned to get lass while I continued to explore the roo at the contents I found a stack of old books and soraphs of a wory, but the womatic smile, one that could mean happiness or could mean a deep sadness

"There's no door out of here," Harley reported with disappoint every inch of the room "The entrance and the exit must have been that short stairway The foundation of the house is deep, which explains why there are no s"

"It must have always been damp and dark here then Harley Why would anyone want to stay here?"

"I don't know," he said"A hideaway of sorts I guess"

The clock that I had started suddenly struck the hour and the doors opened to release a couple of dancers, a man and a woman, who spun for a few moments and then retreated back into the clock

Harley laughed He had his arms folded across his naked chest

"You're going to get sick with all this dampness and no shirt and shoes on Harley" I said

I returned to the arht blue cotton pullover sweater I held it up

"It'll be tight, but it's so," I said

"I' that on That's a woman's sweater"

"Harley Arnold, I'et sick down here Put it on"