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Bending
over
her
,
Joe
took
hold
of
her
arm
and
lifted
her
to
a
sitting
position
;
he
supported
her
,
propped
her
up
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
You
act
like
you
’
re
sick
.
"
He
peered
into
her
face
,
searching
her
features
.
"
I
’
m
dying
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
’
s
just
an
anxiety
attack
.
Don
’
t
you
have
them
all
the
time
?
I
can
get
you
a
sedative
from
the
hotel
pharmacy
.
What
about
phenobarbital
?
And
we
haven
’
t
eaten
since
ten
this
morning
.
You
’
ll
be
all
right
.
When
we
get
to
Abendsen
’
s
,
you
don
’
t
have
to
do
a
thing
,
only
stand
there
with
me
;
I
’
ll
do
the
talking
.
Just
smile
and
be
companionable
with
me
and
him
;
stay
with
him
and
make
conversation
with
him
,
so
that
he
stays
with
us
and
doesn
’
t
go
off
somewhere
.
When
he
sees
you
I
’
m
certain
he
’
ll
let
us
in
,
especially
with
that
Italian
dress
cut
as
it
is
.
I
’
d
let
you
in
,
myself
,
if
I
were
he
.
"
"
Let
me
go
into
the
bathroom
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
sick
.
Please
.
"
She
struggled
loose
from
him
.
"
I
’
m
being
sick
—
let
me
go
.
"
He
let
her
go
,
and
she
made
her
way
across
the
room
and
into
the
bathroom
;
she
shut
the
door
behind
her
.
I
can
do
it
,
she
thought
.
She
snapped
the
light
on
;
it
dazzled
her
.
She
squinted
.
I
can
find
it
.
In
the
medicine
cabinet
,
a
courtesy
pack
of
razor
blades
,
soap
,
toothpaste
.
She
opened
the
fresh
little
pack
of
blades
.
Single
edge
,
yes
.
Unwrapped
the
new
greasy
blueblack
blade
.
Water
ran
in
the
shower
.
She
stepped
in
—
good
God
;
she
had
on
her
clothes
.
Ruined
.
Her
dress
clung
.
Hair
streaming
.
Horrified
,
she
stumbled
,
half
fell
,
groping
her
way
out
.
Water
drizzling
from
her
stockings
…
she
began
to
cry
.
Joe
found
her
standing
by
the
bowl
.
She
had
taken
her
wet
ruined
suit
off
;
she
stood
naked
,
supporting
herself
on
one
arm
,
leaning
and
resting
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
"
she
said
to
him
when
she
realized
he
was
there
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
.
My
jersey
suit
is
ruined
.
It
’
s
wool
.
"
She
pointed
:
he
turned
to
see
the
heap
of
sodden
clothes
.
Very
calmly
—
but
his
face
was
stricken
—
he
said
,
"
Well
,
you
weren
’
t
going
to
wear
that
anyhow
.
"
With
a
fluffy
white
hotel
towel
he
dried
her
off
,
led
her
from
the
bathroom
back
to
the
warm
carpeted
main
room
.
"
Put
on
your
underwear
—
get
something
on
.
I
’
ll
have
the
hairdresser
come
up
here
;
she
has
to
,
that
’
s
all
there
is
.
"
Again
he
picked
up
the
phone
and
dialed
.
"
What
did
you
get
me
in
the
way
of
pills
?
"
she
asked
,
when
he
had
finished
phoning
.
