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Anti-Life
He’dmerelyblamehimselffornothavingmovedoutoftheclub’sreach.Still,thatwouldbeyouronlychance."
Sheshiftedherbody,slidinglowerinthearmchair,stomachforward,asifrelaxationwereugliness,asifsheweregrantinghimthekindofintimacythatrequirednopoiseandnorespect.
"ThatwasthefirstthingInoticedabouthim,"shesaid,"whenImethimforthefirsttime:thathewasnotafraid.Helookedasifhefeltcertainthattherewasnothinganyofuscoulddotohim—socertainthathedidn’tevenknowtheissueorthenatureofwhathefelt."
"Howlongsinceyousawhimlast?"
"Threemonths.Ihaven’tseenhimsince...sincetheGiftCertificate..."
"Isawhimatanindustrialmeetingtwoweeksago.Hestilllooksthatway—onlymoreso.Now,helooksasifheknowsit."Headded,"Youhavefailed,Lillian."
Shedidnotanswer.Shepushedherhatoffwiththebackofherhand;itrolleddowntothecarpet,itsfeathercurlinglikeaquestionmark."IrememberthefirsttimeIsawhismills,"shesaid."Hismills!
Youcan’timaginewhathefeltaboutthem.Youwouldn’tknowthekindofintellectualarroganceittakestofeelasifanythingpertainingtohim,anythinghetouched,weremadesacredbythetouch.Hismills,hisMetal,hismoney,hisbed,hiswife!"Sheglancedupathim,asmallflickerpiercingthelethargicemptinessofhereyes.