The Deeper Hues
He likes the feeling, likes the sensation of beauty, at least when he is outside and can feel its cool; but he would still be lost in the massive realms of her trance. Dr Cooper would be standing at the ledge as if the ocean itself had dug a deep gorge between this island and Continent II, slow to raise its misty veil to lend a helping hand, to do its part, in hiding Suzi's treasure. How could he secretly share an apprehension about Suzi? Something he was doing as a scientist, a carrier of old war wounds (PTSD, they called it, and blamed it on his erroneous scientific publications), could possibly be the reason things were suddenly fitting together with her logic, as if he had secretly discovered the key to a lost puzzle. It would be, he thinks, beautiful. It would color the island--those looks Suzi offers, those eyes, as if her logic doesn't understand the problem--in deeper hues of beauty.
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