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Show Acting Alone pa g e 58 Edwine was apparently being indiscreet about some rather unpleasant aspects of his past relationship with this unknown Jew. She had no matrix whatever to fit any of this non-sequitir babble into, and in any case did not want to hear it. She felt another surge of the strange, semi-repelled, semi-enchanted emotion which, by this point, she'd almost grown accustomed to. The readiness of this type of person (what type of person?) to confess all to a stranger: it was charming, like childishness, yet somehow rank and lax and decadent, in a presumptuous sort of way. She wanted to explore this violently ambivalent emotion some more; but the man had wandered off the elevator and stopped in the grey cement basement gloom by the laundry room door, having abruptly lapsed back into his peculiar depressive silence. Where in God's name has Dr. Edwine been? Where is he even now? she wondered. |