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She
listened
,
and
what
she
felt
was
not
shock
,
but
worse
:
the
lack
of
shock
,
as
if
she
had
always
known
it
.
"
Thank
you
,
Mr
.
Willers
,
"
was
all
that
she
said
when
he
finished
.
She
waited
for
Jim
to
come
home
,
that
evening
,
and
the
thing
that
eroded
any
pain
or
indignation
,
was
a
feeling
of
her
own
detachment
,
as
if
it
did
not
matter
to
her
any
longer
,
as
if
some
action
were
required
of
her
,
but
it
made
no
difference
what
the
action
would
be
or
the
consequences
.
It
was
not
anger
that
she
felt
when
she
saw
Jim
enter
the
room
,
but
a
murky
astonishment
,
almost
as
if
she
wondered
who
he
was
and
why
it
should
now
be
necessary
to
speak
to
him
.
She
told
him
what
she
knew
,
briefly
,
in
a
tired
,
extinguished
voice
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
he
understood
it
from
her
first
few
sentences
,
as
if
he
had
expected
this
to
come
sooner
or
later
.
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
the
truth
?
"
she
asked
.
"
So
that
’
s
your
idea
of
gratitude
?
"
he
screamed
.
"
So
that
’
s
how
you
feel
after
everything
I
’
ve
done
for
you
?
Everybody
told
me
that
crudeness
and
selfishness
was
all
I
could
expect
for
lifting
a
cheap
little
alley
cat
by
the
scruff
of
her
neck
!
"
She
looked
at
him
as
if
he
were
making
inarticulate
sounds
that
connected
to
nothing
inside
her
mind
.
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
the
truth
?
"
"
Is
that
all
the
love
you
felt
for
me
,
you
sneaky
little
hypocrite
?
Is
that
all
I
get
in
return
for
my
faith
in
you
?
"
"
Why
did
you
lie
?
Why
did
you
let
me
think
what
I
thought
?
"
"
You
should
be
ashamed
of
yourself
,
you
should
be
ashamed
to
face
me
or
speak
to
me
!
"
