He glanced up. Then I threw a bucket of dirty
water on his face and said, ‘Listen, asshole, let’s get one
thing straight. While I am talking about your friends, I feel—I think
you ought to know how I look at it. ”
That phrase about dragging the truth through swamps of nonsense she
remembered from Capes. Of course she had taken the boy as her
lover, acting as his muse. There was a bare chance that he had been
mistaken. What was the objection?
She found it impossible to look her own diffidence in the face. Dunstable’s contributions to the conversation were entirely in the form of
nods; whenever Alderman Dunstable praised or blamed she nodded twice or
thrice, according to the requirements of his emphasis. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away
from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. He flipped the television on. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. ”
“But Italy—”
“Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her
shoulder. He had died before they married, and when her brother became a widower she
had come to his assistance and taken over much of the care of his youngest
daughter.
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