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           AndJessicanodded,andcontinuedtosmilesympathetically,andthenshesaid,"You’regoingtothinkI’mabsolutelyawful,butIhaveareallydreadfulmemoryforfaces.Givemeasecond,andIknowI’llgetit."

           Andatthatpoint,Richardknewthatitwasreal,andaheavydreadsettledinthepitofhisstomach.Whatevermadnesswashappeningthatdaywasreallyhappening.Itwasnojoke,notrickorprank."It’sokay,"hesaid,dully."Forgetit."

           Andhewalkedaway,outthedooranddownthecorridor.Hewasalmostattheliftwhenshecalledhisname.

           "Richard!"

           Heturned.Ithadbeenajoke.Somekindofpettyrevenge.Somethinghecouldexplain."Richard...Maybury?"Sheseemedproudofherselfforrememberingthatmuch.

           "Mayhew,"saidRichard,andhegotintotheelevator,andthedoorssangasadflutingdownwardtrillastheyclosedbehindhim.

           Richardwalkedbacktohisflat,upsetandconfusedandangry.Sometimeshewouldwaveattaxis,butneverwithanyrealhopethattheywouldstop,andnoneofthemdid.Hisfeethurt,andhiseyesstung,andheknewthatsoonenoughhewouldwakeupfromtodayandaproperMonday,asensibleMonday,adecent,honestMondaywouldbegin.

           Whenhereachedtheapartment,hefilledthebathtubwithhotwater,abandonedhisclothesonthebed,and,naked,walkedthroughthehallandclimbedintotherelaxingwaters.