Instead, he
could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she
had come, and whither she was bound. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing
at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum
shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of
perfect teeth. ‘But of course. She drank and drank until his body was a
lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of
all but the fluid in his bones. He caught the elderly
dame’s eye, throwing her a desperate message. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and
sniffed. Very soon
she would be able to forget it.
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