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He
seized
her
arm
,
screaming
,
"
But
why
?
"
"
You
goddamn
fool
,
do
you
think
I
consider
their
question
debatable
?
"
The
car
stopped
,
she
leaped
out
and
ran
.
The
first
thing
she
noticed
after
a
while
,
was
her
slippers
.
She
was
walking
slowly
,
normally
,
and
it
was
strange
to
feel
iced
stone
under
the
thin
soles
of
black
satin
sandals
.
She
pushed
her
hair
back
,
off
her
forehead
,
and
felt
drops
of
sleet
melting
on
her
palm
.
She
was
quiet
now
;
the
blinding
anger
was
gone
;
she
felt
nothing
but
a
gray
weariness
.
Her
head
ached
a
little
,
she
realized
that
she
was
hungry
and
remembered
that
she
was
to
have
had
dinner
at
the
Business
Council
.
She
walked
on
.
She
did
not
want
to
eat
.
She
thought
she
would
get
a
cup
of
coffee
somewhere
,
then
take
a
cab
home
.
She
glanced
around
her
.
There
were
no
cabs
in
sight
.
She
did
not
know
the
neighborhood
.
It
did
not
seem
to
be
a
good
one
.
She
saw
an
empty
stretch
of
space
across
the
street
,
an
abandoned
park
encircled
by
a
jagged
line
that
began
as
distant
skyscrapers
and
came
down
to
factory
chimneys
;
she
saw
a
few
lights
in
the
windows
of
dilapidated
houses
,
a
few
small
,
grimy
shops
closed
for
the
night
,
and
the
fog
of
the
East
River
two
blocks
away
.
She
started
back
toward
the
center
of
the
city
.
The
black
shape
of
a
ruin
rose
before
her
.
It
had
been
an
office
building
,
long
ago
;
she
saw
the
sky
through
the
naked
steel
skeleton
and
the
angular
remnants
of
the
bricks
that
had
crumbled
.
In
the
shadow
of
the
ruin
,
like
a
blade
of
grass
fighting
to
live
at
the
roots
of
a
dead
giant
,
there
stood
a
small
diner
.
Its
windows
were
a
bright
band
of
glass
and
light
.
She
went
in
.
There
was
a
clean
counter
inside
,
with
a
shining
strip
of
chromium
at
the
edges
.
There
was
a
bright
metal
boiler
and
the
odor
of
coffee
.
A
few
derelicts
sat
at
the
counter
,
a
husky
,
elderly
man
stood
behind
it
,
the
sleeves
of
his
clean
white
shirt
rolled
at
the
elbows
.
The
warm
air
made
her
realize
,
in
simple
gratitude
,
that
she
had
been
cold
.
She
pulled
her
black
velvet
cape
tight
about
her
and
sat
down
at
the
counter
.
"
A
cup
of
coffee
,
please
,
"
she
said
.
