He never finished his sentence. ” She spat in his face. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. Have you been away from Morningside Park?” “I’m not interrupting you?” “You are.
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