An iron fillet secured the socket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the main post of the doorway. Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. They were the only real marriages she had seen clearly.
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