Amelie stirred. She looked Villette in the eyes. "No... not now. I've hardly slept at all... coffee will only make it worse."
With bloodshot eyes and drooping lips, Amelie cracked a smile. "I'd take the coffee any other time, but I can't now."
"Merci, et bonne nuit." she whispered moments before she collapsed back onto her pillow: two arms folded on the table.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
