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"
I
see
you
’
re
looking
at
my
feet
,
"
he
said
to
her
when
the
car
was
in
motion
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
?
"
said
the
woman
.
"
I
said
I
see
you
’
re
looking
at
my
feet
.
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
.
I
happened
to
be
looking
at
the
floor
,
"
said
the
woman
,
and
faced
the
doors
of
the
car
.
"
If
you
want
to
look
at
my
feet
,
say
so
,
"
said
the
young
man
.
"
But
don
’
t
be
a
God
-
damned
sneak
about
it
.
"
"
Let
me
out
of
here
,
please
,
"
the
woman
said
quickly
to
the
girl
operating
the
car
.
The
car
doors
opened
and
the
woman
got
out
without
looking
back
.
"
I
have
two
normal
feet
and
I
can
’
t
see
the
slightest
Goddamned
reason
why
anybody
should
stare
at
them
,
"
said
the
young
man
.
"
Five
,
please
.
"
He
took
his
room
key
out
of
his
robe
pocket
.
He
got
off
at
the
fifth
floor
,
walked
down
the
hall
,
and
let
himself
into
507
.
The
room
smelled
of
new
calfskin
luggage
and
nail
-
lacquer
remover
.
He
glanced
at
the
girl
lying
asleep
on
one
of
the
twin
beds
.
Then
he
went
over
to
one
of
the
pieces
of
luggage
,
opened
it
,
and
from
under
a
pile
of
shorts
and
undershirts
he
took
out
an
Ortgies
calibre
7
.
65
automatic
.
He
released
the
magazine
,
looked
at
it
,
then
reinserted
it
.
He
cocked
the
piece
.
Then
he
went
over
and
sat
down
on
the
unoccupied
twin
bed
,
looked
at
the
girl
,
aimed
the
pistol
,
and
fired
a
bullet
through
his
right
temple
.
