" "Is she alive?" repeated the widow. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. She wanted to kiss his feet. “Is that all you have to say?” Michelle challenged her. Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. He looked just as Julian had the night she had first met him outside the Joliet Laundromat. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce.
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