The unpleasant oily
chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in
horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder
like a sack of flour. Winifred's reception was kind, but more distant, and after the
slight ceremonial she resumed her occupation. "I have
nothing to forgive. He had a blue
overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer
with its own desk. Rather a magniloquent term, perhaps, but what
else am I to say? One of these is that the most absolutely selfish thing in the
world is to give way to depression, to think of one’s troubles at all except of how
to overcome them. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less
interesting because he was unsuccessful.
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