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The
door
opened
.
She
stopped
smiling
.
It
was
her
husband
.
His
silver
mask
glowed
dully
.
He
entered
the
room
and
looked
at
her
for
only
a
moment
.
Then
he
snapped
the
weapon
bellows
open
,
cracked
out
two
dead
bees
,
heard
them
spat
on
the
floor
as
they
fell
,
stepped
on
them
,
and
placed
the
empty
bellows
gun
in
the
corner
of
the
room
as
Ylla
bent
down
and
tried
,
over
and
over
,
with
no
success
,
to
pick
up
the
pieces
of
the
shattered
glass
.
"
What
were
you
doing
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Nothing
,
"
he
said
with
his
back
turned
.
He
removed
the
mask
.
"
But
the
gun
—
I
heard
you
fire
it
.
Twice
.
"
"
Just
hunting
.
Once
in
a
while
you
like
to
hunt
.
Did
Dr
.
Nile
arrive
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Wait
a
minute
.
"
He
snapped
his
fingers
disgustedly
.
"
Why
,
I
remember
now
.
He
was
supposed
to
visit
us
tomorrow
afternoon
.
How
stupid
of
me
.
"
They
sat
down
to
eat
.
She
looked
at
her
food
and
did
not
move
her
hands
.
"
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
he
asked
,
not
looking
up
from
dipping
his
meat
in
the
bubbling
lava
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
’
m
not
hungry
,
"
she
said
.
