Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. Too bad he’s not interested in any girl who’s not a musician. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. “It may be her salvation. This was irregular. She showered after she heard the door shut and the cars pull out of the driveway. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of its own assertions. You are the woman I love, Anna.
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