“Is that okay with you? To go down to the station
with him?”
“I’ll go with him, Larry. They took her fingerprints sitting at
the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young
buck who had brought her in. And from that they came back by way of the Kreutzer Sonata and
Resurrection to Tolstoy again. “So you’re the one my son has been talking about. ”
He sighed. ”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings.
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