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Gone
.
She
waited
in
the
yard
,
her
face
pale
,
for
five
minutes
.
Finally
,
with
slow
steps
,
her
head
down
,
she
wandered
about
the
pillared
rooms
,
laying
her
hand
to
things
,
her
lips
quivering
,
until
finally
she
sat
alone
in
the
darkening
wine
room
,
waiting
.
She
began
to
wipe
an
amber
glass
with
the
hem
of
her
scarf
.
And
then
,
from
far
off
,
the
sound
of
footsteps
crunching
on
the
thin
,
small
rocks
.
She
rose
up
to
stand
in
the
center
of
the
quiet
room
.
The
glass
fell
from
her
fingers
,
smashing
to
bits
.
The
footsteps
hesitated
outside
the
door
.
Should
she
speak
?
Should
she
cry
out
,
"
Come
in
,
oh
,
come
in
"
?
She
went
forward
a
few
paces
.
The
footsteps
walked
up
the
ramp
.
A
hand
twisted
the
door
latch
.
She
smiled
at
the
door
.
