He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. An early bird clarinetist burst through in a long black skirt, swishing like a bell. I went to the theatre that night. "Here," repeated her brother. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. ” He bent and kissed her hair and paused, and then forced his attention back to the map. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. Those are all nice things, but it’s not what I want.
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