She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. During the foregoing occurrences a dead calm prevailed. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. But he's witty and amusing, and when reasonably drunk he can play the piano like a Paderewski. It had been discussed in silence. She walked over to them still carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them.
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