The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. “So, since when does a grown man have to sneak behind the Laundromat to smoke a cigarette?” She asked 115 him. ‘And then vanished into thin air,’ rejoined Hilary on a sardonic note. He was all alone, too. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall.
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