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"
Um
.
"
He
was
rolling
another
cigarette
.
"
Don
’
t
go
getting
your
tobacco
dandruff
in
my
bed
,
"
she
told
him
,
more
sharply
than
she
had
intended
.
"
No
.
"
Silence
again
.
The
tip
of
his
cigarette
winked
off
and
on
.
"
You
’
ll
be
leaving
in
the
morning
,
"
she
said
dully
.
"
I
should
.
I
think
he
’
s
left
a
trap
for
me
here
.
"
"
Don
’
t
go
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
’
ll
see
.
"
He
turned
on
his
side
away
from
her
,
but
she
was
comforted
.
He
would
stay
.
She
drowsed
.
On
the
edge
of
sleep
she
thought
again
about
the
way
Nort
had
addressed
him
,
in
that
strange
talk
.
She
had
not
seen
him
express
emotion
before
or
since
.
Even
his
lovemaking
had
been
a
silent
thing
,
and
only
at
the
last
had
his
breathing
roughened
and
then
stopped
for
a
minute
.
He
was
like
something
out
of
a
fairytale
or
a
myth
,
the
last
of
his
breed
in
a
world
that
was
writing
the
last
page
of
its
book
.
It
didn
’
t
matter
.
He
would
stay
for
a
while
.
Tomorrow
was
time
enough
to
think
,
or
the
day
after
that
.
She
slept
.
