tion by Doris Lessing July 7, 1997
“Look at say anything, and I go on looking.”
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But did Dmitri still love Mary?
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t nigo seem asleep . Per: en did, w up o kiss her.
m at breakfast sting taring face like a radar dis looking at , upid. Just because I got a smile on my fad I’m not speaking—but I’m just t I? Mean and knog into t a curse . m s to slide quietly out of bed so as not to o “put on t, but straiged saring at . out a s, as if mare, and to sob, “You’re a cruel ions in Greek. It frig, and, no, s anyop it. It’s enoug s stop. An implacable acg stare eself on , But I started it all food reason, didn’t I?
And toget notice t srios and t o avoid looking at iced, all right.
day Mary asked ?”
“I’ve never kept it up lo I?” S evasive.
It reatment. S go out at all but sat silent, staring, not at Dmitri, for t at t kno errible. ing in till very late, because umbled around t e home.
“’s going on ri?” asks tom, meeting Mary i. “Are you having a quarrel?”
“Not,” Mary says smiling, w.
I nig ri, don’t sulk.” “Go to ed, and blubbered noisily, in a made e of bed and laid t, and ting on to go out, s t a nice breakfast for you.”
At use o me, so s up, I don’t to .
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Noold ory, and s one up and do back toful pause, and pus foro Mary it seemed t t of tening and judging.
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“Is he sick?”
“’t you see for yourself?” said t beautiful at all. tting on an ugly needed painting, and all t attractive, alttle bay trees orees needed ering and ty.
“tom said t Demetrios oo drunk to erday. careful.”
t you gave me t get tongue. S seemed to be dition—wake w she way I did?
“You’d better try and make it up to up from t off even smiling at Mary or saying, “See you tomorrow.”
I’ve lost oo, t Mary. S to sit outside taurant ri.” Surning a for? I ed a kid, t’s all. You’re a bad are migried to pull sigri.” ood turned a avoiding ed e me forever, but pleads, “Please, Dmitri, e ood close on t, and people going past moved of to to stake. S and red and miserable.
es aumbling beside tig run off and she would never see him again.
At ried to pull o t at table are you t’s t?”
“I’ve stopped taking tri.”
“So you’ve stopped the Pill.”
“e to bed, please, Dmitri.”
“ a o make a baby.”
So pull alk o bed before? umbled o bed. feeling anyttle tory or t fear of t over it, , and o seemed to uand w away.
Meanainly a question of making love, or even of sex, because shis had ever happened before.
“Don’t you do it again,” you do it, I’m telling you. If you do I’ll kill you. I’ll just and never e you do it.”
on turer, because so elling all t was.” ?
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