She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. “I suppose you could at least tune it for us if you know how to play. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep.
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