Andy Warhol Shadows I

when he forgave her and came back, the hours they'd spend just talking, just telling each other everything...
Will was still asleep under the shelter tree, the lazy thing. Lyra thought of waking him up, but if she was on her own, she could swim in the river. She happily used to swim naked in the river Cherwell with all the other Oxford swum in salt water before. She swam hard to keep warm, and then came out and huddled on the bank, shivering. Pan would help dry her, normally. Was he a fish, laughing at her from under the water? Or a beetle, creeping into children, but it would be quite different with Will, and she blushed even to think of it.So she went down to the water alone in the pearl-colored morning. Among the reeds at the edge there was a tall, slender bird like a heron, standing perfectly still on one leg.She walked quietly and slowly so as not to disturb it, but the bird took no more notice of her than if she'd been a twig on the water."Well," she said.She left the clothes on the bank and slipped into the river. It was seawater coming in on the tide, and it was strange to Lyra, who had never