She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. She thought of an old abandoned barn that she could inhabit further downriver, but shrugged off the idea in disdain.
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