And Ben thought of the river, swollen in floodtide, flashing discount oakley sunglasses bright over gravel, over rocks, breaking up into foam against boulders. He saw again the small fire on the bank, the figure of the girl standing there silhouetted against the gleaming water while the brothers pulled the boat up the hill. “I’m sorry I didn’t come today,” she said suddenly in a small voice. “I got almost to your door, and then didn’t come the rest of the way. I don’t ugg boots clearance know why.” There was a shout of laughter from the auditorium, and he wished he and Molly had walked farther up the river before stopping. A cloud covered the face of the moon and the river turned black, and only its voice was there, and the peculiar smell of the fresh water. “Are you cold?” he asked again, as if the moonlight had held warmth that now was gone. She moved closer to nike heels him. “Coming home,” she said softly, dreamily, “I kept hearing the river talk to me, and the trees, and the clouds. I suppose it was fatigue and hunger, but I really heard them, only I couldn’t understand the words most of the time. Did you hear them, Ben?” He shook his head, and although she couldn’t see him now with the cloud over the face of the moon, she knew he chanel bags outlet was denying the voices. She sighed. “What would happen if you had an idea, something you wanted to work out alone?” she asked after a moment. Ben shifted uneasily. “It happens,” he said carefully. “We discuss it and usually, unless there’s a good reason, a shortage of equipment, or supplies, something like that, whoever has the idea goes ahead with it.” Now the cloud had freed the moon; the light seemed brighter after chanel bags the brief darkness. “What if the others didn’t see the value of the idea?” Molly asked. “Then it would have no value, and no one would want to waste time on it.” “But what if it was something you couldn’t explain exactly, something you couldn’t put into words?” “What is the real question, Molly?” Ben asked, turning to face her. Her face was as pale as the moon, with deep shadows for eyes, mbt shoes clearance her mouth black, not smiling. She looked up at him, and the moon was reflected in her eyes, and she seemed somehow luminous, as if the light came from within her, and he realized that Molly was beautiful. He never had seen it before and now it shocked him that the thought formed, forced itself on him.