It was his heart. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway and many minutes after his car was gone. A series of photographs were taken of them: her on the stairs, the couple of them on the stairs, the couple of them in the kitchen, him pinning a red rose corsage with great care and acute sexual frustration. ‘Is there a resemblance?’ ‘This is Mary Remenham?’ ‘That is my late niece, yes.
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