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Chapter 1
Why?Inoticedhehadagoodrichsmelloffhisbreathdancing.Nousehummingthen.Alludetoit.Strangekindofmusicthatlastnight.Themirrorwasinshadow.Sherubbedherhandglassbrisklyonherwoollenvestagainstherfullwaggingbub.Peeringintoit.Linesinhereyes.Itwouldn’tpanoutsomehow.
Eveninghours,girlsingreygauze.Nighthoursthen:blackwithdaggersandeyemasks.Poeticalidea:pink,thengolden,thengrey,thenblack.Still,truetolifealso.Day:thenthenight.
Hetoreawayhalftheprizestorysharplyandwipedhimselfwithit.Thenhegirdeduphistrousers,bracedandbuttonedhimself.Hepulledbackthejerkyshakydoorofthejakesandcameforthfromthegloomintotheair.
Inthebrightlight,lightenedandcooledinlimb,heeyedcarefullyhisblacktrousers:theends,theknees,thehoughsoftheknees.Whattimeisthefuneral?Betterfindoutinthepaper.
Acreakandadarkwhirrintheairhighup.ThebellsofGeorge’schurch.Theytolledthehour:louddarkiron.
Heigho!Heigho!
Heigho!Heigho!
Heigho!Heigho!
Quarterto.Thereagain:theovertonefollowingthroughtheair.Athird.
PoorDignam!
