’ Tears glistened in her eyes. . Perhaps I've been mad all these years; I don't know. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist. " "What?" "We'll put those stories back into the trunk and never speak of them to him. The horns were the worst, slipping in and out of tune and rushing the easy sections, fighting everyone else. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget.
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