Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. Even this man had accepted her for “Alcide” without a moment’s question. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. This young man did not drink because he sought the false happiness that lured men to the bottle. He munched his popcorn steadily, periodically offering it to her, but not his Coke, as that would be too bold, a saliva exchange. Taber did not leave all his money in the office. How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me? She came upon the Song of Songs—which had been pasted down in the Enschede Bible—the burning litany of love; and from time to time she intoned some verse of tender lyric beauty. I didn’t ought to have sent for him.
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