The door was unlocked. He went in and locked it behind him. The room was warm.
On the faint dusk light that came from the opening in the wall, he could see Peace am lying on the bed without any piece of cloth on. She stretched her hands to Sam who was taking his shirt off . He hurried to join her, but he stood beside the bed contemplating her in the fading light and murmured, Amazing! Then he jumped on the bed beside her. He thrilled to the magic of her finger touch, of her shining eyes, of her voice that fell with soft music on his ears and on his emotions, and of the sweet lavender perfume that came from her physical map which was beautifully drawn on her bed.
That bed, her bed, would soon be their bed. Peace am felt that there was something taking mind about Sam, a marvel that was going to live with her in the same room and to charm her. She should be a very beautiful woman, of angelic beauty, that Sam the White had preferred her to all of the beautiful white women of his race. Sams face stuck to Peaceams neck as she had a little of that perfume below her ears and perhaps somewhere else, he would recognize soon.
