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Then
she
said
something
I
’
ve
never
heard
a
woman
say
before
.
It
really
shocked
me
.
I
said
,
I
don
’
t
like
words
like
that
.
It
’
s
disgusting
.
Then
she
said
it
again
,
really
screamed
it
at
me
.
I
couldn
’
t
follow
all
her
moods
sometimes
.
She
was
all
right
the
next
morning
,
though
she
did
not
apologize
.
Also
,
the
two
vases
in
her
room
were
broken
on
the
steps
when
I
went
in
.
As
always
,
she
was
up
and
waiting
for
me
when
I
came
in
with
her
breakfast
.
Well
,
the
first
thing
she
wanted
to
know
was
whether
I
was
going
to
allow
her
to
see
daylight
.
I
told
her
it
was
raining
.
"
Why
couldn
’
t
I
go
out
into
the
other
cellar
and
walk
up
and
down
?
I
want
exercise
.
"
We
had
a
good
old
argument
about
that
.
In
the
end
the
arrangement
was
if
she
wanted
to
walk
there
in
daytime
she
would
have
to
have
the
gag
on
.
I
couldn
’
t
risk
someone
chancing
to
be
round
the
back
—
not
that
it
was
likely
,
of
course
,
the
front
gate
and
garage
gate
were
locked
always
.
But
at
night
just
the
hands
would
do
.
I
said
I
wouldn
’
t
promise
more
than
one
bath
a
week
.
And
nothing
about
daylight
.
I
thought
for
a
moment
she
would
go
into
one
of
her
sulks
again
,
but
she
began
to
understand
about
that
time
sulks
didn
’
t
get
her
anywhere
,
so
she
accepted
my
rules
.
Perhaps
I
was
overstrict
,
I
erred
on
the
strict
side
.
But
you
had
to
be
careful
.
For
instance
,
at
week
-
ends
there
was
a
lot
more
traffic
about
.
Fine
Sundays
there
were
cars
passing
every
five
minutes
.
Often
they
would
slow
as
they
passed
Fosters
,
some
would
reverse
back
to
have
another
look
,
some
even
had
the
cheek
to
push
their
cameras
through
the
front
gate
and
take
photos
.
So
on
week
-
ends
I
never
let
her
leave
her
room
.
One
day
I
was
just
driving
out
to
go
down
to
Lewes
and
a
man
in
a
car
stopped
me
.
Was
I
the
owner
?
He
was
one
of
those
ever
-
so
-
cultured
types
with
a
plum
in
their
throat
.
The
I
’
m
-
a
-
friend
-
of
-
the
-
boss
type
.
He
talked
a
lot
of
stuff
about
the
house
and
how
he
was
writing
some
article
for
a
magazine
and
would
I
let
him
look
round
and
take
photographs
,
he
especially
wanted
to
have
a
look
at
the
priest
’
s
chapel
.
