This is a slightly different couple. Isaac is nearly comatose after having been badly beaten. Ray is taking care of his beloved as best he can. And the pair are working as oracles with a traveling carnival, using Isaac's telepathy.
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Ray had brought out their pan of dirty dishes, deciding now was the perfect time to get a little
housecleaning done, and had settled the washtub in front of his feet, half-filled with water and soap.
“Quit your gripin’,” he grumbled with a hidden grin as he grabbed a tin plate from the sudsy water and gave it a quick once over with the rag in his hand. “You want a sunburn like you had last time? You should be glad I found that in storage.”
Isaac sat shaded beside him beneath a large Japanese parasol, a leftover bit of hokum from the previous season that had been taking up valuable space in one of the storage caravans. It was relatively large considering its origin as a cheap carnival prize, its papered surface decorated with tiny blue flowers and cranes wading elegantly through water. Isaac was not pleased by the unrelenting pinkness of the item
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