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"
Why
did
you
do
that
?
"
"
To
get
it
over
.
I
’
m
going
to
be
an
air
hostess
,
and
you
’
re
going
to
Greece
.
You
’
re
free
.
"
"
And
you
’
re
free
.
"
"
If
it
makes
you
happier
—
I
’
m
free
.
"
The
rain
came
in
sudden
great
swathes
across
the
treetops
and
hit
the
windows
and
the
roof
;
like
spring
rain
,
out
of
season
The
bedroom
air
seemed
full
of
unspoken
words
,
unformulated
guilts
,
a
vicious
silence
,
like
the
moments
before
a
bridge
collapses
.
We
lay
side
by
side
,
untouching
,
effigies
on
a
bed
turned
tomb
;
sickeningly
afraid
to
say
what
we
really
thought
.
In
the
end
she
spoke
,
in
a
voice
that
tried
to
be
normal
,
but
sounded
harsh
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
hurt
you
and
the
more
I
…
want
you
,
the
more
I
shall
.
And
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
hurt
me
and
the
more
you
don
’
t
want
me
the
more
you
will
.
"
She
got
out
of
bed
for
a
moment
.
When
she
came
back
she
said
,
"
We
’
ve
decided
?
"
"
I
suppose
.
"
We
said
no
more
.
Soon
,
too
soon
,
I
thought
,
she
went
to
sleep
.
In
the
morning
she
was
determinedly
gay
.
I
telephoned
the
Council
.
I
went
to
receive
Miss
Spencer
-
Haigh
’
s
congratulations
and
briefings
,
and
took
her
out
for
a
second
and
—
I
prayed
—
last
lunch
.
