It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. It could not be a legal marriage. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. When they were home, the pair headed for the Big Apple or the warmth of the Beck’s family table.
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