She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. After all, she was a consummate actress. The coconut plantation covered the west side. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready. “And even then—” The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment. ‘You will have to prove it, you know,’ Gerald said quietly. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. She shuddered; the room was unfamiliar and unwelcoming.
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