Ester, for her part, laughed. She had a laugh like a cracked bell—it didn't ring perfectly, but it echoed for a long time.
He approached the girl. “You’ll get sick,” he said, holding out his umbrella. It was a flimsy thing, black and broken on one spoke. para kay b
“It’s benign,” she whispered. “It’s just a shadow.” Ester, for her part, laughed
But B knew better.