The
temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly
hot. He only laughed his defiance. She could
almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon
verbena with the memory of the story. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application. 70
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A MARRIAGE, PART II
She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her
suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had
angrily toted her to after the incident at the country
house. “It is incredible. I'm going through his pockets. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. And I’ve read, and thought,
and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. She untucked his starched shirt,
running her hands along his smooth torso and
underneath his arms. Jonathan's wicked threat is fulfilled at last.
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