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Abe
considered
,
trying
hard
not
to
cough
or
blow
his
nose
.
"
I
suppose
I
got
bored
;
and
then
it
was
such
a
long
way
to
go
back
in
order
to
get
anywhere
.
"
Often
a
man
can
play
the
helpless
child
in
front
of
a
woman
,
but
he
can
almost
never
bring
it
off
when
he
feels
most
like
a
helpless
child
.
"
No
excuse
for
it
,
"
Nicole
said
crisply
.
Abe
was
feeling
worse
every
minute
—
he
could
think
of
nothing
but
disagreeable
and
sheerly
nervous
remarks
.
Nicole
thought
that
the
correct
attitude
for
her
was
to
sit
staring
straight
ahead
,
hands
in
her
lap
.
For
a
while
there
was
no
communication
between
them
—
each
was
racing
away
from
the
other
,
breathing
only
insofar
as
there
was
blue
space
ahead
,
a
sky
not
seen
by
the
other
.
Unlike
lovers
they
possessed
no
past
;
unlike
man
and
wife
,
they
possessed
no
future
;
yet
up
to
this
morning
Nicole
had
liked
Abe
better
than
any
one
except
Dick
—
and
he
had
been
heavy
,
belly
-
frightened
,
with
love
for
her
for
years
.
"
Tired
of
women
’
s
worlds
,
"
he
spoke
up
suddenly
.
"
Then
why
don
’
t
you
make
a
world
of
your
own
?
"
"
Tired
of
friends
.
The
thing
is
to
have
sycophants
.
"
Nicole
tried
to
force
the
minute
hand
around
on
the
station
clock
,
but
,
"
You
agree
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
I
am
a
woman
and
my
business
is
to
hold
things
together
.
"
