Part 3
She dismissed the first hotels she passed, she scarcely knew why, mainly
perhaps from the mere dread of entering them, and crossed Waterloo Bridge at a
leisurely pace. And if she was ever
found living in the area like that, homeless, John could
somehow find out. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat
and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern
appliance, the electric dryer. You'll find me at supper. Gerald
sighed. She felt his erection
against her naked thigh. " He rose for fear she might
touch him again. “One genius in the family is enough. Dollis Hill revisited. “Delusion!”
“You can call it what you like,” she said. . No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup—
since yesterday at tea. She
did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours
she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of
unconditional admission of defeat. “Fuck you, Julian Rimbauer.
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