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She
started
toward
her
car
,
but
Francisco
said
,
"
Let
’
s
walk
home
.
We
’
ll
come
for
the
car
later
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
She
was
not
astonished
and
she
did
not
mind
the
prospect
of
walking
five
miles
.
It
seemed
natural
;
natural
to
the
moment
’
s
peculiar
reality
that
was
sharply
clear
,
but
cut
off
from
everything
,
immediate
,
but
disconnected
,
like
a
bright
island
in
a
wall
of
fog
,
the
heightened
,
unquestioning
reality
one
feels
when
one
is
drunk
.
The
road
led
through
the
woods
.
They
left
the
highway
for
an
old
trail
that
went
twisting
among
the
trees
across
miles
of
untouched
country
.
There
were
no
traces
of
human
existence
around
them
.
Old
ruts
,
overgrown
with
grass
,
made
human
presence
seem
more
distant
,
adding
the
distance
of
years
to
the
distance
of
miles
.
A
haze
of
twilight
remained
over
the
ground
,
but
in
the
breaks
between
the
tree
trunks
there
were
leaves
that
hung
in
patches
of
shining
green
and
seemed
to
light
the
forest
.
The
leaves
hung
still
.
They
walked
,
alone
to
move
through
a
motionless
world
.
She
noticed
suddenly
that
they
had
not
said
a
word
for
a
long
time
.
They
came
to
a
clearing
.
It
was
a
small
hollow
at
the
bottom
of
a
shaft
made
of
straight
rock
hillsides
.
A
stream
cut
across
the
grass
,
and
tree
branches
flowed
low
to
the
ground
,
like
a
curtain
of
green
fluid
.
The
sound
of
the
water
stressed
the
silence
.
The
distant
cut
of
open
sky
made
the
place
seem
more
hidden
.
Far
above
,
on
the
crest
of
a
hill
,
one
tree
caught
the
first
rays
of
sunlight
.
They
stopped
and
looked
at
each
other
.
She
knew
,
only
when
he
did
it
,
that
she
had
known
he
would
.
He
seized
her
,
she
felt
her
lips
in
his
mouth
,
felt
her
arms
grasping
him
in
violent
answer
,
and
knew
for
the
first
time
how
much
she
had
wanted
him
to
do
it
.
She
felt
a
moment
’
s
rebellion
and
a
hint
of
fear
.
He
held
her
,
pressing
the
length
of
his
body
against
hers
with
a
tense
,
purposeful
insistence
,
his
hand
moving
over
her
breasts
as
if
he
were
learning
a
proprietor
’
s
intimacy
with
her
body
,
a
shocking
intimacy
that
needed
no
consent
from
her
,
no
permission
.
She
tried
to
pull
herself
away
,
but
she
only
leaned
back
against
his
arms
long
enough
to
see
his
face
and
his
smile
,
the
smile
that
told
her
she
had
given
him
permission
long
ago
.
She
thought
that
she
must
escape
;
instead
,
it
was
she
who
pulled
his
head
down
to
find
his
mouth
again
.
She
knew
that
fear
was
useless
,
that
he
would
do
what
he
wished
,
that
the
decision
was
his
,
that
he
left
nothing
possible
to
her
except
the
thing
she
wanted
most
—
to
submit
.
She
had
no
conscious
realization
of
his
purpose
,
her
vague
knowledge
of
it
was
wiped
out
,
she
had
no
power
to
believe
it
clearly
,
in
this
moment
,
to
believe
it
about
herself
,
she
knew
only
that
she
was
afraid
—
yet
what
she
felt
was
as
if
she
were
crying
to
him
:
Don
’
t
ask
me
for
it
—
oh
,
don
’
t
ask
me
—
do
it
!
She
braced
her
feet
for
an
instant
,
to
resist
,
but
his
mouth
was
pressed
to
hers
and
they
went
down
to
the
ground
together
,
never
breaking
their
lips
apart
.
