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When
Dick
knocked
she
had
just
dressed
and
been
watching
the
rain
,
thinking
of
some
poem
,
and
of
full
gutters
in
Beverly
Hills
.
When
she
opened
the
door
she
saw
him
as
something
fixed
and
Godlike
as
he
had
always
been
,
as
older
people
are
to
younger
,
rigid
and
unmalleable
.
Dick
saw
her
with
an
inevitable
sense
of
disappointment
.
It
took
him
a
moment
to
respond
to
the
unguarded
sweetness
of
her
smile
,
her
body
calculated
to
a
millimeter
to
suggest
a
bud
yet
guarantee
a
flower
.
He
was
conscious
of
the
print
of
her
wet
foot
on
a
rug
through
the
bathroom
door
.
"
Miss
Television
,
"
he
said
with
a
lightness
he
did
not
feel
.
He
put
his
gloves
,
his
brief
-
case
on
the
dressing
-
table
,
his
stick
against
the
wall
.
His
chin
dominated
the
lines
of
pain
around
his
mouth
,
forcing
them
up
into
his
forehead
and
the
corner
of
his
eyes
,
like
fear
that
cannot
be
shown
in
public
.
"
Come
and
sit
on
my
lap
close
to
me
,
"
he
said
softly
,
"
and
let
me
see
about
your
lovely
mouth
.
"
She
came
over
and
sat
there
and
while
the
dripping
slowed
down
outside
—
drip
—
dri
-
i
-
ip
,
she
laid
her
lips
to
the
beautiful
cold
image
she
had
created
.
Presently
she
kissed
him
several
times
in
the
mouth
,
her
face
getting
big
as
it
came
up
to
him
;
he
had
never
seen
anything
so
dazzling
as
the
quality
of
her
skin
,
and
since
sometimes
beauty
gives
back
the
images
of
one
’
s
best
thoughts
he
thought
of
his
responsibility
about
Nicole
,
and
of
the
responsibility
of
her
being
two
doors
down
across
the
corridor
.
"
The
rain
’
s
over
,
"
he
said
.
"
Do
you
see
the
sun
on
the
slate
?
"
Rosemary
stood
up
and
leaned
down
and
said
her
most
sincere
thing
to
him
:
"
Oh
,
we
’
re
such
ACTORS
—
you
and
I
.
"
She
went
to
her
dresser
and
the
moment
that
she
laid
her
comb
flat
against
her
hair
there
was
a
slow
persistent
knocking
at
the
door
.
They
were
shocked
motionless
;
the
knock
was
repeated
insistently
,
and
in
the
sudden
realization
that
the
door
was
not
locked
Rosemary
finished
her
hair
with
one
stroke
,
nodded
at
Dick
who
had
quickly
jerked
the
wrinkles
out
of
the
bed
where
they
had
been
sitting
,
and
started
for
the
door
.
Dick
said
in
quite
a
natural
voice
,
not
too
loud
:
