“Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er— connected with the profession, under present circumstances. What of it?” There was a shout of laughter. His suspicions at first fell upon you. Not one of them but bore the marks of having been engaged in a recent and severe conflict. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. She was too wrapped up in the sheer joy of playing again; it had 201 been intimate, masturbatory. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. You never saw him before yesterday. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. . “If you say so, my pet.
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