I went off to round up his wife. F. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. . The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. She gave tongue to the most urgent of her plaints. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. Perhaps, as you say, I do not really care—but I cannot do it.
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