“I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. I would like to talk to you about this—soon. She felt like Snow White in a secret forest house populated by dwarves. He flipped the television on. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night.
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