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Man
faces
the
darkening
shadows
of
his
life
.
His
passage
to
the
grave
.
If
she
were
here
it
would
not
be
so
bad
.
Not
bad
at
all
.
I
’
m
scared
,
he
realized
.
Suppose
Ed
doesn
’
t
sell
a
thing
.
Suppose
they
laugh
at
us
.
What
then
?
On
a
sheet
on
the
floor
of
the
front
room
of
her
apartment
,
Juliana
lay
holding
Joe
Cinnadella
against
her
.
The
room
was
warm
and
stuffy
with
midafternoon
sunlight
.
Her
body
and
the
body
of
the
man
in
her
arms
were
damp
with
perspiration
.
A
drop
,
rolling
down
Joe
’
s
forehead
,
clung
a
moment
to
his
cheekbone
,
then
fell
to
her
throat
.
"
You
’
re
still
dripping
,
"
she
murmured
.
He
said
nothing
.
His
breathing
,
long
,
slow
,
regular
…
like
the
ocean
,
she
thought
.
We
’
re
nothing
but
water
inside
.
"
How
was
it
?
"
she
asked
.
He
mumbled
that
it
had
been
okay
.
I
thought
so
,
Juliana
thought
.
I
can
tell
.
Now
we
both
have
to
get
up
,
pull
ourselves
together
.
Or
is
that
bad
?
Sign
of
subconscious
disapproval
?
He
stirred
.
