He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before. She felt this was the sensible way out of this oddly sinister situation. He was almost frightening in silhouette, his hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but that changed when you saw his face. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. . That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured.
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