We can only sweep up thepieces of the mess we make of our lives. AndBarbara didn't intend to give the assistant commissioner any part ofthat piece of information. He hadn't wanted to knowand couldn't afford to know. She could see him move to the paint-chipped clothes cupboard, and heopened it, but he didn't empty the pockets of any of the garmentsinside, although he fingered several pairs of trousers.
I wanted her to know that. And I'll tell you thismuch: I'm not finished with you. She clasped the framed photo to her bosom again, took up her umbrellafrom the back seat of the car, and clambered out. drinks and dinner, trailinghim home afterwards and returning on another night to have some sort ofencounter with him.
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