Luca knows we're following him." His voice, soft and deep, seemed to roll right through to my bones. "We don't have time for you to shimmy up and down drainpipes like you usually do."

My coat dropped in a heap on the floor, and I suddenly felt able to breathe without the hot, sticky weight of the leather clinging to me. Maybe we didn't have time to . . . .

"Did you say shimmy?"

He nodded.

"I never shimmy. I climb."

"Then you and I have different views on what climbing is.

Author: Elizabeth Morgan

Luca knows we're following him." His voice, soft and deep, seemed to roll right through to my bones. "We don't have time for you to shimmy up and down drainpipes like you usually do."<br /><br />My coat dropped in a heap on the floor, and I suddenly felt able to breathe without the hot, sticky weight of the leather clinging to me. Maybe we didn't have time to . . . .<br /><br />"Did you say shimmy?"<br /><br />He nodded.<br /><br />"I never shimmy. I climb."<br /><br />"Then you and I have different views on what climbing is. - Elizabeth Morgan

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