It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. You're easy to please. . All right. . . He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed.
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