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There
were
plastic
bags
full
of
garbage
in
the
entryway
to
Benny
’
s
apartment
and
the
light
overhead
was
only
a
dirty
bare
bulb
.
It
was
a
white
tile
hallway
and
as
depressing
at
midnight
as
the
toilet
in
a
bus
station
.
There
were
three
locks
on
Benny
’
s
front
door
,
which
was
painted
red
and
had
some
impenetrable
word
like
“
Bezbo
”
written
on
it
in
black
spray
paint
.
Inside
was
a
small
and
cluttered
living
room
with
books
piled
everywhere
.
But
the
lighting
was
pleasant
when
he
got
the
lamps
on
.
One
end
of
the
room
was
a
kitchen
,
and
near
it
was
a
door
going
off
to
the
bedroom
.
There
was
a
grass
rug
and
no
sofa
and
chairs
—
just
black
pillows
to
sit
on
with
lamps
beside
them
.
The
bathroom
was
orthodox
enough
,
with
a
floor
made
of
black
-
and
-
while
tile
and
a
broken
handle
on
the
hot
-
water
tap
.
There
was
a
tub
and
shower
with
a
black
plastic
curtain
.
She
washed
her
hands
and
face
and
came
back
into
the
living
room
.
Benny
had
gone
into
the
bedroom
to
unpack
.
Her
bag
was
still
on
the
living
-
room
floor
next
to
a
bookcase
.
She
walked
over
to
it
and
looked
wearily
at
the
books
.
They
were
all
on
chess
—
all
five
shelves
of
them
.
Some
were
in
Russian
and
German
,
but
they
were
all
on
chess
.
She
walked
across
the
hard
little
rug
to
the
other
side
of
the
room
where
there
was
another
bookcase
,
this
one
made
of
boards
resting
on
bricks
.
More
chess
.
One
whole
shelf
was
Shakhmatni
Byulleten
going
back
to
the
nineteen
-
fifties
.
“
There
’
s
room
in
this
closet
,
”
Benny
shouted
from
the
bedroom
.
“
You
can
hang
up
when
you
want
to
.
”
“
Okay
,
”
she
said
.
Back
on
the
turnpike
she
had
thought
they
might
make
love
when
they
got
here
.
Now
she
wanted
only
to
sleep
.
And
what
was
she
supposed
to
sleep
on
?
“
I
thought
I
was
going
to
get
a
sofa
,
”
she
said
.
He
came
into
the
doorway
.
“
I
said
‘
living
room
.
’
”
He
went
back
to
the
bedroom
and
returned
with
a
bulky
-
looking
thing
and
some
kind
of
pump
.
He
flipped
it
out
in
the
middle
of
the
floor
and
began
pedaling
the
pump
with
his
foot
,
and
after
a
while
it
puffed
up
and
became
an
air
mattress
.
“
I
’
ll
get
sheets
,
”
Benny
said
.
He
brought
them
out
of
the
bedroom
.
“
I
’
ll
do
it
,
”
she
said
and
took
them
from
him
.
She
didn
’
t
like
the
looks
of
the
mattress
,
but
she
knew
where
her
pills
were
.
She
could
get
them
out
after
he
fell
asleep
,
if
she
needed
to
.
There
would
be
nothing
to
drink
in
this
apartment
.
Benny
had
not
said
so
,
but
she
knew
.
She
must
have
fallen
asleep
before
Benny
did
,
since
she
forgot
about
the
pills
in
her
luggage
.
She
awoke
to
the
sound
of
a
klaxon
outside
—
an
ambulance
or
fire
truck
.
When
she
tried
to
sit
up
she
could
not
;
there
was
no
edge
of
the
bed
to
hang
her
legs
over
.
She
pushed
herself
up
and
stood
,
wearing
pajamas
,
and
looked
around
.
Benny
was
standing
at
the
sink
counter
with
his
back
to
her
.
She
knew
where
she
was
,
but
it
looked
different
by
daylight
.
The
siren
faded
and
was
replaced
by
the
general
traffic
sounds
of
New
York
.
One
blind
was
open
and
she
could
see
the
cab
of
a
big
truck
as
close
as
Benny
was
,
and
beyond
it
taxis
weaving
past
.
A
dog
barked
intermittently
.
