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Glendoline
pulled
up
a
chair
and
started
talking
.
She
could
talk
.
If
she
was
a
sphinx
she
could
have
talked
,
if
she
was
a
stone
she
could
have
talked
.
I
wondered
when
she
’
d
get
tired
and
leave
.
Even
after
I
stopped
listening
it
was
like
being
battered
with
tiny
pingpong
balls
.
Glendoline
had
no
concept
of
time
or
any
idea
that
she
might
be
intruding
.
She
talked
on
and
on
.
"
Listen
,
"
I
said
finally
,
"
when
are
you
going
to
leave
?
"
Then
a
sister
act
began
.
They
began
talking
to
each
other
.
They
were
both
standing
up
,
waving
their
arms
at
each
other
.
The
voices
pitched
higher
.
They
threatened
each
other
with
physical
harm
.
At
last
-
near
the
world
’
s
end
-
Glendoline
did
a
gigantic
twist
of
torso
and
flung
herself
out
of
the
doorway
through
the
large
flapbang
of
the
screen
door
and
was
gone
-
but
still
heard
,
ignited
and
bemoaning
-
down
to
her
apartment
in
the
back
of
the
court
.
Lydia
and
I
walked
back
to
the
breakfast
nook
and
sat
down
.
She
picked
up
her
sculptor
’
s
tool
.
Her
eyes
looked
into
mine
.
One
morning
a
few
days
later
I
entered
Lydia
’
s
courtyard
as
she
was
walking
in
from
the
alley
.
She
had
been
over
to
see
her
friend
Tina
who
lived
in
an
apartment
house
on
the
corner
.
She
looked
electric
that
morning
,
much
like
the
first
time
she
had
come
over
,
with
the
orange
.
"
Ooooh
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
’
ve
got
on
a
new
shirt
!
"
It
was
true
.
I
had
bought
the
shirt
because
I
was
thinking
about
her
,
about
seeing
her
.
I
knew
that
she
knew
that
,
and
was
making
fun
of
me
,
yet
I
didn
’
t
mind
.
Lydia
unlocked
the
door
and
we
went
inside
.
The
clay
sat
in
the
center
of
the
breakfast
nook
table
under
a
wet
cloth
.
She
pulled
the
cloth
off
.
"
What
do
you
think
?
"
Lydia
hadn
’
t
spared
me
.
The
scars
were
there
,
the
alcoholic
nose
,
the
monkey
mouth
,
the
eyes
narrowed
to
slits
,
and
there
was
the
dumb
,
pleased
grin
of
a
happy
man
,
ridiculous
,
feeling
his
luck
and
wondering
why
.
She
was
30
and
I
was
over
50
.
I
didn
’
t
care
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
"
you
’
ve
got
me
down
.
I
like
it
.
But
it
looks
almost
finished
.
I
’
m
going
to
be
depressed
when
it
’
s
done
.
There
have
been
some
great
mornings
and
afternoons
.
"
