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"
Why
not
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
;
I
’
m
just
not
.
"
The
wind
was
rising
across
the
sky
;
the
sun
was
going
down
.
The
room
was
small
and
suddenly
cold
.
"
I
’
ve
been
trying
to
remember
,
"
she
said
in
the
silent
room
,
across
from
her
cold
,
erect
,
golden
-
eyed
husband
.
"
Remember
what
?
"
He
sipped
his
wine
.
"
That
song
.
That
fine
and
beautiful
song
.
"
She
closed
her
eyes
and
hummed
,
but
it
was
not
the
song
.
"
I
’
ve
forgotten
it
And
,
somehow
,
I
don
’
t
want
to
forget
it
.
It
’
s
something
I
want
always
to
remember
.
"
She
moved
her
hands
as
if
the
rhythm
might
help
her
to
remember
all
of
it
.
Then
she
lay
back
in
her
chair
.
"
I
can
’
t
remember
.
"
She
began
to
cry
.
"
Why
are
you
crying
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
I
can
’
t
help
it
.
I
’
m
sad
and
I
don
’
t
know
why
,
I
cry
and
I
don
’
t
know
why
,
but
I
’
m
crying
.
"
Her
head
was
in
her
hands
;
her
shoulders
moved
again
and
again
.
