It wasn’t so much that she thought he was stealing his own baby, it was her impulse to announce this to him. Even more because by that point he sensed that it was no longer an accusation in her mind. Nor was it an apology.

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When they arrive in the room there are torsos the dull color of airplane window shades waiting for them.

elegy for the sweet tempered is forthcoming