‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald. Cathy answered the phone. He could not kiss Ruth. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. But she certainly remembered that when she was a little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very dexterously in through the gates to the front door. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks.
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